"Stop, stop, stop!"
"Bah!"
"It is not true!"
"How do you know that, Chalomel?"
"It is not two weeks since, that Germain told me, in confidence, that he was dead in love with a little sewing girl, whom he had known in the house where he lived; he had tears in his eyes when he spoke to me about her."
"Oh!"
"He says that Faublas is his hero, and yet he is simple enough, stupid enough, not to comprehend that one can be in love with one and the love of another."
"I tell you that Germain spoke seriously."
At this moment the chief clerk entered the office.
"Well," said he. "Chalomel, have you finished all your errands?"