“You are angry with me.”
“No.”
“It’s no good saying no, your soul flashed forth in your denunciation. I am sorry to have spoken.”
“Oh! it’s of no consequence. I know men ask chambermaids questions of that kind, and they all give answers like your sweetheart, who perhaps wanted to make you curious about herself.”
“But how could she hope to do that by extolling your charms above those of the other ladies? And, how could she know that I preferred you?”
“If she did not know it, I have made a mistake; but for all that, she lied to you.”
“She may have invented the tale, but I do not think she lied. You are smiling again! I am delighted.”
“I like to let you believe what pleases you.”
“Then you will allow me to believe that you do not hate me.”
“Hate you? What an ugly word! If I hated you, should I see you at all? But let’s talk of something else. I want you to do me a favour. Here are two sequins; I want you to put them on an ‘ambe’ in the lottery. You can bring me the ticket when you call again, or still better, you can send it me, but don’t tell anybody.”