"And so he offered his services. Well, you may be sure his information is correct, for he advances nothing on doubtful security."
"I believe it," rejoined Louis sadly.
"My dear Louis, one might think you had made some unfortunate discovery. What is it? Are you unhappy?—and why, pray?"
"Ah! my friend, don't scoff at me. I love, and have been deceived."
"You have a rival?"
"And that rival is this wretch!"
"Porquin?—nonsense; what makes you imagine such an absurdity?"
"I had some suspicions, and then he assured me he had been accepted."
"A fine authority, upon my word! He lies, I am sure of it."
"He is rich, Florestan; and the woman I loved and still love in spite of myself, is poor. She has endured the most cruel misery for years."