to me:

"The poor friar is safe, but I trembled for him. Men are terrible.
When they love you they will not listen to anything."

"Catherine," I said, with no slight grudge, "did you make me come
here for no other purpose than to listen to the quarrels of your
friends? Alas! I have no right to take part in them."

"You would have had, M. Jacques," she said, "you should have had, if
you had wanted."

"But," I continued, "you are the most courted lady in Paris. You
never mentioned yonder young gentleman."

"I had no occasion to think of him. He came quite unexpectedly."

"And he surprised you with Friar Ange?"

"He fancied he saw things which did not occur. He is hot-headed and
does not want to listen to any reason."

The half-opened chemise disclosed under transparent laces a breast
swollen like a beautiful fruit and adorned like a budding rose. I
took her in my arms and covered her bosom with kisses.

"Heavens!" she exclaimed, "in the street! Before M. d' Anquetil, who
sees us."

"Who is M. d'Anquetil?"