"Yes," replied La Goualeuse; "do you know him?"
"M. Rodolph?" again repeated Rigolette, perfectly bewildered; "is he a travelling clerk?"
"I really don't know what he is. But why are you so much astonished?"
"Because I know a M. Rodolph!"
"Perhaps it is not the same."
"Well, describe yours. What is he like?"
"In the first place, he is young."
"So is mine."
"With a countenance full of nobleness and goodness."
"Precisely," exclaimed Rigolette, whose amazement increased. "Oh, it must be the very man! Is your M. Rodolph rather dark-complexioned, with a small moustache?"