Countess De Tilly:
One must never confuse nobility and love: a state of the mind and a state of the soul.

Lydie-Anne:
I'd even let you... spoil my vacation.

Countess de Tilly:
They say a French woman is coming into town, flying in a marvelous red balloon.

Count Vallier de Tilly:
The kind one sees in ones dreams?

Countess de Tilly:
No, Vallier, the kind one sees in Paris.