"You said so, did you not? It only remains for you to become a liar."
"Oh! I can put off my business: it was only a lady who asks me to see her."
"See her, then."
"No, no! dear M. Chicot, although she has sent me a hundred bottles of Sicilian wine."
"A hundred bottles!"
"I will not receive her, although she is probably some great lady. I will receive only you."
"You will do this?"
"To breakfast with you, dear M. Chicot—to repair my wrongs toward you."
"Which came from your pride."
"I will humble myself."