“Madame,” said he, “will you polka with me?”
“I cannot say, Monsieur. You must ask my husband.”
“Oh, come, come.”
“You are surprised, it seems. Isn’t my husband the master?”
“Yes, of course. But I supposed it hardly would be necessary to ask permission for——”
“You were wrong, then.”
“Very well, I will go and ask your husband.”
And turning on his heel, Andoche’s friend started in quest of Savin, with a sinister expression on his face.
