Neither did she spare him a single verse: and, when she stopped,
“I see with pleasure,” said M. de Tregars, “that the embezzlement of which your father has just been the victim does not in any way offend your good humor.”
She shrugged her shoulders.
“Would you have me cry,” she said, “because the stockholders of the Baron Three Francs Sixty-eight have been swindled? Console yourself: they are accustomed to it.”
And, as M. de Tregars made no answer,
“And in all that,” she went on, “I see no one to pity except the wife and daughter of that old stick Favoral.”
“They are, indeed, much to be pitied.”
“They say that the mother is a good old thing.”
“She is an excellent person.”
“And the daughter? Costeclar was crazy about her once. He made eyes like a carp in love, as he told us, to mamma and myself, ‘She is an angel, mesdames, an angel! And when I have given her a little chic!’ Now tell me, is she really as good looking as all that?”