[...]my Memory Is Reasonably Good—unlike Yours, Dear

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.

Only Trust Me! You Have Fallen Into A Fit Of Despondency And There Is Not The Least Need! In Fact, Nothing Could Be More Fatal, In Any Predicament! It Encourages One To Suppose That There Is Nothing To Be Done, When A Little Resolution Is All That Is Wanted To Bring Matters To A Happy Conclusion.

O God, I Love You To The Edge Of Madness, Venetia, But I'm Not Mad Yet--not So Mad That I Don't Know How Disastrous It Might Be To You--to Us Both! You Don't Realize What An Advantage I Should Be Taking Of Your Innocence!

Will You Marry Me, Vile And Abominable Girl That You Are? Yes, But, Mind, It Only To Save My Neck From Being Wrung!

I Liked That Young Man, Did Not You? There Was Something Particularly Pleasing About His Manners, Which I Thought Very Easy And Frank. He Has An Air Of Honest Manliness, Too, Which, In These Days Of Fribbles And Counter-coxcombs, I Own I Find Refreshing!