"A terrible trial I am sure," replied Violette, watching his face closely. "Has monsieur endured this calamity for long?"
"Yes, ahem—for some considerable time now. But to return to Buenos Aires."
"Haven't you finished with that place yet? Gracious, I thought you had left some time ago."
Marcel looked at her to try and fathom her meaning.
"By the way, monsieur, where did you live in Buenos Aires?" she said a little suspiciously.
"Oh, I used to spend most of my time riding up and down the Parque 3 de Febrero in Palermo."
"Oh, yes, how well I remember it. I have often driven through that beautiful park. I think Palermo the most beautiful spot in the world."
"Ah, there I am with you, mademoiselle—especially if I knew that you were living there."
Violette laughed, and her eyes twinkled with roguish fun as she tapped him on the knuckles with her fan. "Oh, you men, what flatterers you all are."
"And where did you live, mademoiselle, if I may be so bold as to ask?"