"What would he do?"

"Oh! nothing to me--nothing. But to you the worst. He dislikes
Christians."

"And you?"

"Oh! I? I dislike the Jews."

"Jahel, do you love me a little?"

"It seems to me, sir, that after what we have just now said to one
another, your question is an offence."

"True, mademoiselle, but I try to obtain forgiveness for a vivacity,
an ardour, which did not take the leisure to consult your
sentiments."

"Oh! monsieur, do not make yourself out to be more guilty than you
really are. All your violence, and all your passion, would not have
served you at all, had I not found you lovable. When I saw you
sleeping in that arm-chair, I liked your looks, waited for your
awakening--the rest you know."

As reply I gave her a kiss, she gave it me back, what a kiss! I
fancied fresh-gathered strawberries melting in my mouth. My desire
revived and passionately I pressed her on my heart.

"This time," she said, "be less hasty, and do not think only of
yourself. You must not be selfish in love. Young men do not