"Here."
"What! here in Villers-Cotterets?"
I had a great mind to reply as did the baroness in la Fausse Agnès, my pride in my native town being so deeply wounded, "Do you take us provincials for simpletons, then?" but I contented myself by replying in rather a sneering tone:
"Yes, here in Villers-Cotterets;" adding, with the air of a man sure of his powers:
"Do you by chance happen to waltz?"
"No, it makes me giddy; but Vittoria there loves waltzing." I turned towards the Spaniard.
"If you are not engaged for the next?" I said.
"No."
"Are you inclined to venture?"
She looked at me.