"M. Rodin," said Rose-Pompon, in a solemn voice, "I have very important things to say to you, and advice to ask about a love affair."
"Why, little madcap that you are! have you nobody to tease in your own house, that you must come here?"
"I lodge in this house, M. Rodin," answered Rose-Pompon, laying a malicious stress on the name of her victim.
"You? Oh, dear, only to think I did not know I had such a pretty neighbor."
"Yes, I have lodged here six months, M. Rodin."
"Really! where?"
"On the third story, front, M. Rodin."
"It was you, then, that sang so well just now?"
"Rather."
"You gave me great pleasure, I must say."