The wine is drawn, M. le Marquis...we must drink it.′

“Praise everybody, I say to such: never be squeamish, but speak out your complim…”

“O blessed idleness! Divine lazy nymph! Reach me a novel as I lie in my dressing…”

“But oh, mesdames, if you are not allowed to touch the heart sometimes in spite …”

“When one fib becomes due as it were, you must forge another to take up the old …”