"What store do you think I lay by that?
When you talk so, you obey some foolish prejudice; no more." "Obedience to prejudices is the whole art of living," he answered, sighing.
She made a gesture of impatience, and went on.

"Justin, you said you loved me; and when you said so much, you gave me the right--or so I understood it--to speak to you as I am doing now.

You are alone in the world, without kith or kin.

The only one you had--the one who represented all for you--lies buried there.

Would you return thus, lonely and alone, to France ?" "Ah, now I understand!" he cried.