“Yes, and I should like to tell you what it was; but before I do so I must ask you if you know what the venereal disease is?”
“Yes, I do; Lady Montagu’s footman died of it while I was with her.”
“Very good, but you should pretend not to know what it is, and imitate other ladies who assume an ignorance which well becomes them. Poor Le Duc has got this disease.”
“Poor fellow, I am sorry for him! Were you laughing at that?”
“No; it was the air of mystery assumed by the old doctor which amused me.”
“I too have a confidence to make, and when you have heard it you must either forgive me or send me away directly.”
“Here is another bother. What the devil can you have done? Quick! tell me.”
“Sir, I have robbed you!”
“What robbed me? When? How? Can you return me what you have taken? I should not have thought you capable of such a thing. I never forgive a robber or a liar.”
“You are too hasty, sir. I am sure you will forgive me, as I robbed you only half an hour ago, and I am now going to return to you the theft.”