"I have not the honour of knowing you, monsieur."
"Permit me to ask a single question, madame?"
"Really, monsieur—"
"I should not be under the necessity of asking you this question if I could be fortunate enough to see your veil lifted."
"Monsieur—"
"Pray do not think that I am actuated by any impertinent curiosity, madame. I am incapable of such rudeness; but as I passed you on the Rue de Vaugirard, a few minutes ago, it seemed to me that I had met you before, and under very peculiar circumstances."
"And I must confess that I, too, thought—"
"You had met me before?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"In Chili, was it not?"