"I? Oh, I lived in the Calle Florida, next to a magnificent building," and her eyes twinkled with mischief.
"What a strange coincidence. Why, I lived just on the other side of it."
Monsieur Beaupaire who happened to be listening burst out into a loud laugh.
"Sapristi! but that's too funny for words," he exclaimed.
Marcel looked round and saw Violette in fits of laughter as well.
"Checkmated, by Jove," thought Marcel. "I wonder how I put my foot in it," he muttered unconsciously half aloud. But the quick hearing of Violette caught the muttered exclamation.
"Why, that building is the town jaol," she said laughing.
"Good Lord, deliver us," exclaimed Marcel, trying to conceal his vexation.
"Monsieur, I don't believe you have ever been to Buenos Aires. Now confess."