"A pleasant journey to him."
"Come, let us talk of something else; it may be a weakness, if you please, but I call this a dull subject."
"I believe you."
"Oh! gentlemen—I am not mistaken—no—it is she!"
"Who, then?"
"Mdlle. de Cardoville! She is coming into the stage-box with Morinval and his wife. It is a complete resuscitation: this morning on the Champs-Elysees; in the evening here."
"Faith, you are right! It is Mdlle. de Cardoville."
"Good heaven! how lovely she is!"
"Lend me your eyeglass."
"Well, what do you think of her?"