“Whom will she marry?”
“No one knows yet. They talk of Raymond Bercy.”
“Who was engaged to Miss Roquevillard?”
“He’s just beginning his doctor’s practice.”
“Exactly; he hasn’t killed any one yet.”
After the final galop the lawyer Paillet, finding himself thirsty, conducted his companion to the refreshment-room, where he drank some champagne and ate a pâté de foie gras sandwich; and thus restored, condescended to reappear before the circle, where his desertion was severely appreciated. But he held out against them laughingly.
“If you scold me you shan’t learn anything.”
“Well, then, we’re listening.”
“You were still at the point where Mr. Roquevillard had restored one hundred thousand francs to Mr. Frasne.”
“It was interesting, wasn’t it?”