Louise, close your ears, so as not to hear what may be said; shut your eyes, so as not to see the examples before you; shut your lips, that you may not inhale the corrupting influences about you.

Without falsehood or subterfuge, Louise, am I to believe what Mademoiselle de Montalais stated?
Louise, did you come to Paris because I was no longer at Blois ?" La Valliere blushed and concealed her face in her hands.
"Yes, it was so, then!" exclaimed Raoul, delightedly; "that was, then, your reason for coming here.

I love you as I never yet loved you.
Thanks, Louise, for this devotion; but measures must be taken to place you beyond all insult, to shield you from every lure.

Louise, a maid of honor, in the court of a young princess in these days of free manners and inconstant affections--a maid of honor is placed as an object of attack without having any means of defence afforded her; this state of things cannot continue; you must be married in order to be respected." "Married ?" "Yes, here is my hand, Louise; will you place yours within it ?" "But your father ?" "My father leaves me perfectly free." "Yet--" "I understand your scruples, Louise; I will consult my father." "Reflect, M.Raoul; wait." "Wait! it is impossible.

Reflect, Louise, when _you_ are concerned! it would be insulting,--give me your hand, dear Louise; I am my own master.
My father will consent, I know; give me your hand, do not keep me waiting thus.