"Oh! don't bother me about Arnoux!"
"Never!" replied the clerk:
"He always, everywhere, burning or icy cold,
The pictured form of Arnoux——"[3]
"Hold your tongue, I tell you!" exclaimed Frederick, raising his fist.
Then less angrily he added:
"You know well this is a painful subject to me."
"Oh! forgive me, old fellow," returned Deslauriers with a very low bow. "From this time forth we will be considerate towards Mademoiselle's nerves. Again, I say, forgive me. A thousand pardons!"
And so this little joke came to an end.
But, three weeks later, one evening, Deslauriers said to him:
"Well, I have just seen Madame Arnoux."