I'm part of your life--I and a thousand others.

You're not selfish--I can't admit that.

If you were selfish, what should I be?
What epithet would properly describe me ?" "You're indolent.

For me that's your worst fault." "I'm afraid it's really my best." "You don't care," said Madame Merle gravely.
"No; I don't think I care much.

What sort of a fault do you call that?
My indolence, at any rate, was one of the reasons I didn't go to Rome.
But it was only one of them." "It's not of importance--to me at least--that you didn't go; though I should have been glad to see you.