He discovers her left-behind handkerchief, views it longingly, and pockets it. You're not sorry enough I'm going. Oh, but I am sorry. I shall take a good look at your new coachman when I come back. Marguerite, it's ideal to love and to marry the one you love.
Time changes our minds as well as our hearts.
Always with me, like an old friend - to remind me that I'm not the Baron de Varville. Not a very romantic reason. No, I kept it as a warning against romance. One needs friends. Marguerite is touched by his sincerity and astonished to learn that while she was ill, he faithfully came every day to ask how she was and to leave flowers, without being introduced.