What will you do ?" "I have been maladroit perhaps," he said, with bitterness.

"I have been over-patient with her.

I have counted too much upon the chance of Florimond's being dead, as seemed from the utter lack of news of him.
Yet what could I do?
Carry her off by force and compel at the dagger's point some priest to marry us ?" She moved her hand from his shoulder and smiled, as if she derided him and his heat.
"You want for invention, Marius," said she.

"And yet I beg that you will exert your mind, or Sunday next shall find us well-nigh homeless.

I'll take no charity from the Marquis de Condillac, nor, I think, will you." "If all fails," said he, "we have still your house in Touraine." "My house ?" she echoed, her voice shrill with scorn.