“Sir, I have had the honour of meeting you at the supper-table of M. Samson, the painter.”
“Ah! yes; I beg you to excuse me, sir, I did not at first recollect you.”
“It is natural, for your eyes are always on Mdlle. Samson.”
“Very likely, but you must admit that she is a charming creature.”
“I have no difficulty whatever in agreeing with you; to my misery, I know it but too well.”
“You are in love with her?”
“Alas, yes! and I say, again, to my misery.”
“To your misery? But why, do not you gain her love?”
“That is the very thing I have been striving for since last year, and I was beginning to have some hope when your arrival has reduced me to despair.”
“I have reduced you to despair?”