"Please do not joke about it!" Huguette exclaimed. "I am perfectly serious."
"I am very serious also, I assure you, I think that a jury..."
"Composed of whom? Of men of the world, I suppose?"
"And what does this Julot do?"
"Oh! really, Duchess, you force me to speak of persons and things, which ..."
"Yes, yes, I force you to; we understand that. But tell me! Bluntly, without mincing matters, if necessary. You know that I have no objection to that sort of thing, so go on. Do not keep me in suspense like this. I am burning with curiosity. What does Julot do?"
"Very well, little volunteer, if you insist on knowing, I will tell you. Julot, generally called Fine-Gueule, is a trier of women."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I will explain it to you. There are a few of us old amateurs in Paris, who are too old and impatient to hunt for truffles, but who want them of such and such a flavor, exactly to our taste. Now, Julot knows our tastes, our various fancies, and he undertakes ..."
"Capital! Capital!"