"Really," cried she, "you are doomed to be unlucky!"
"How so?"
"M. Bradamanti has not yet returned."
"Upon my word, this is enough to tire a saint!"
"So it is, I declare, Madame Séraphin. I'm sure I'm as sorry about it as if it was my own self."
"I had so much to say to him."
"It is all for the world as though you were bewitched!"
"Why, yes, it is so much the more vexatious, because I have to find all manner of excuses to run down here; for, if once M. Ferrand were to find out that I came to consult a quack doctor, he who is so devout, so scrupulous in all things, we should have a fearful scene!"
"La! He is just like Alfred, who is so silly that really he is afraid of everything and everybody!"
"And you do not know, I suppose, when M. Bradamanti will return home?"