Those fine eyes of hers had a disconcertingly direct gaze, and very often twinkled in a manner disturbing to male egotism. She had common-sense too, and what man wanted the plainly matter-of-fact, when he could enjoy instead Sophia's delicious folly?

The charm of your society, My Sparrow, lies in not knowing what will you say next - though one rapidly learns to fear the worst!

You will allow that one's curiosity must be aroused when one learns that a lady is prepared to elope to escape from advances one had not the least intention of making!

Léonie, you will do well to consider. You are not the first woman in my life." She smiled through her tears. "Monseigneur, I would so much rather be the last woman than the first,” she said.

Oh, 'tis not my qualities they object to! 'Tis my lack of vice.

She succumbed to the eternal feminine passion for bargains.

When fate is got it in for you, there is no limit to what you may have to put up with.