This little playmate of old, this foolish little Camille, to attempt to transform himself into a husband! The pretension was absurd indeed." "Not at all," she replied; "but I thought at once that it was a mistake.
Little Camilles are apt to be hot-headed and fanciful; they are subject to self-deceptions regarding their sentiments.

Friendship and love, however, are two entirely different things! I once said to Mlle.
Moiseney that a woman never should marry an intimate friend, because it would be a sure way of losing him as such, and friends are good to keep." "Bah! How much do you care now for yours?
I find my role very modest, very insignificant.

Open the trap-door--it is time for me to disappear." "Bad counsel! I shall not open the trap-door.

One always has need of friends.

I can readily imagine the possibility of the very happiest married woman needing some advice or assistance that she could not ask of her husband, for husbands do not understand everything.