“ Chut! à l’instant! 163 There! there I went⁠— vive comme la poudre !” 164 He was sorry⁠—he was very sorry: for my sake he grieved over the hapless peculiarity. This emportement , this chaleur 165 ⁠—generous, perhaps, but excessive⁠—would yet, he feared, do me a mischief. It was a pity: I was not⁠—he believed, in his soul⁠—wholly without good qualities; and would I but hear reason, and be more sedate, more sober, less en l’air , 166 less coquette