There is no
denying it. You never cared for me."
_"Et vous?"
"Et moi c'est different._ I have been spoilt early. I can not live out
of the world, out of excitement. I could have done so, but it is too
late. If I can not have emotions, I must have the world. You would
offer me neither one nor the other. You are _blase_ in every thing,
even in ambition. You had a career before you, and you would not take
it. You give it up!--for what?--for a _betise_, for an absurd
scruple. Why would you not have that seat, and be such a _puritain_?
Why should you refuse what is mine by right, _entendez-vous_?"
"You know all then?" said Pen.
"Only within a month. But I have suspected ever since Baymouth
--_n'importe_ since when. It is not too late. He is as if he had never
been; and there is a position in the world before you yet. Why not sit
in Parliament, exert your talent, and give a place in the world to
yourself, to your wife? I take _celui-la. Il est bon. 1l est riche.
Il est--vous le connaissez autant que moi enfin.
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