"Do we frighten you, pray?"
"No, not you; I know what sort of a nose you have under that bit of satin; but to have a face that you can't divine, that you don't know, glaring at you like that! I am going away, I have had enough of it."
"That is to say," they retorted, "that you have had enough of us."
"No," he said, "I have had enough of the ball. It's stifling here. Don't you want to come to see the snow fall? I am going to the Bois de Boulogne."
"Why, that's enough to kill you!"
"Ah! yes. Is there such a thing as death? Are you coming?"
"Faith, no!"
"Who wants to go to the Bois de Boulogne in a domino with me?" he asked, raising his voice.
A group of black figures swooped down upon him like a flock of bats.
"How much is it worth?" said one.