‘Ah, my little one! Voyons, this makes me very happy!’ He put his arms around her. The red light went out of his eyes, and a softer look transformed his face. ‘“My dear and only love,” I give you good morrow,’ he said. He shot a glance of mockery at his aunt, and took both Léonie’s hands in his. ‘‘‘My dear – and – only – love,”’ he repeated maliciously, and kissed her fingers.
I can’t stand him but I can appreciate his pettiness
