"He saw me perfectly well. But he was with his people. I am going to have him on toast. Just you watch, my dears."
She called him very softly:
"Deutz! Deutz!"
The Baron came towards her, smiling and well-pleased with himself, and leaned his elbows on the edge of the box.
"Tell me, Monsieur Deutz, when you met me yesterday, were you in very bad company that you did not raise your hat to me?"
He looked at her in astonishment.
"I? I was with my sister."
"Oh!"
On the stage, Marie-Claire, hanging upon Durville's neck, was exclaiming: