But when I think that once I lifted this sacrilegious hand against your life--oh!" "Do not be silly, Camille.

I love you all the better for loving me well enough to kill me.

What woman would not?
I tell you, you foolish thing, you are a man: monseigneur is one of the lordly sex, that is accustomed to have everything its own way.

My love, in a world that is full of misery, here are two that are condemned to be secretly happy a few months longer: a hard fate for one of your sex, it seems: but it is so much sweeter than the usual lot of mine, that really I cannot share your misery," and she smiled joyously.
"Then share my happiness, my dear wife." "I do; only mine is deep, not loud." "Why, Dard is gone, and we are out of doors; will the little birds betray us ?" "The lower windows are open, and I saw Jacintha in one of the rooms." "Jacintha?
we are in awe of the very servants.

Well, if I must not say it loud I will say it often," and putting his mouth to her ear, he poured a burning whisper of love into it--"My love! my angel! my wife! my wife! my wife!" She turned her swimming eyes on him.
"My husband!" she whispered in return.
Rose came out, and found them billing and cooing.