Once upon a time, a man and woman fell in love. But such things cannot last. For the heart is a treacherous thing. And love, love is nothing more than a fairy tale.
A cultivated woman, a woman of breeding and intelligence, can enrich a man’s life immeasurably. I have those things to offer and time doesn’t take them away. Physical beauty is a passing transitory possession but beauty of mind, richness of spirit, tenderness of the heart, I have all those things.
I kneel before you not as a prince but as a man in love. But I would feel like a king if you, Danielle de Barbarac, would be my wife.
A husband being protective of his wife is one thing. A husband almost killing another man for touching his wife’s feet is something else.
You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was, for an hour or for a month, he must have been a happy man.