"Probably debts," observed young Massard, thinking of his chief affliction.
"Bah! that kind of worry never pulls you down like this," retorted a companion.
"Now, don't get personal; but debts do worry a fellow,—debts and women."
"Put women first; debts follow as a necessary corollary."
"He ought to hunt up Lerouge. What the devil is in that Lerouge, anyhow?"
"More women," said Massard.
"And debts, eh?"
"Oh, well," continued Massard, "if she is a pretty woman——"
"She's more than pretty," cut in George Villeroy,—"she's a beauty!"
"Hear! hear! Très bien!"