"Yes, I do; or at all events I know women, and as she is but a woman, we will not despair."
"Ah! you say that in a discouraged tone, brother."
"Not at all; only give the bourgeois his serenade every night."
"But she will go away."
"Not if you do not speak to her, or seem to be doing it on her account, and remain concealed. Has the bourgeois spoken?"
"Yes, and he is now speaking again."
"Hold your tongue up there and go in," cried Joyeuse, out of humor. "Diable! you have had your serenade, so keep quiet."
"My serenade! that is just what I want to know the meaning of; to whom is it addressed?"
"To your daughter."
"I have none."—"To your wife, then."