But when I had finished my own story, which I did not begin until I had extracted from him every particle of information about my family- "Well, my little Valerie," he said caressingly, as he put his arm about my waist, "you have told me everything-all your little sorrows, and trials, and troubles-all your little pleasures and successes-all your little schemings and manoeuvrings in the love-affairs of other people- and all about the great little fortune which you have accumulated-quite a millionaire, upon my word, with your twenty-five hundred livres de rente-but not one word have you told me about your own little affaires de coeur.
"Valerie"
Frederick Marryat
You forget my twenty-five hundred livres de rente."
"Valerie"
Frederick Marryat
But twenty-five hundred livres de rente are not a husband, Valerie.
"Valerie"
Frederick Marryat