“Just this moment; I only came in at six o’clock after looking for you everywhere. I was obliged to keep the cab for seven hours. So much for your care of me; you forget me for a wine-bottle. I ought to take care of myself now when I am to play every night so long as the Alcalde draws. I don’t want to fall off after that young man’s notice of me.”
“That is a handsome boy,” said Camusot.
“Do you think so? I don’t admire men of that sort; they are too much like women; and they do not understand how to love like you stupid old business men. You are so bored with your own society.”
“Is monsieur dining with madame?” inquired Bérénice.
“No, my mouth is clammy.”
“You were nicely screwed yesterday. Ah! Papa Camusot, I don’t like men who drink, I tell you at once——”
“You will give that young man a present, I suppose?” interrupted Camusot.
“Oh! yes. I would rather do that than pay as Florine does. There, go away with you, good-for-nothing that one loves; or give me a carriage to save time in future.”
“You shall go in your own carriage to-morrow to your manager’s dinner at the Rocher de Cancale. The new piece will not be given next Sunday.”
“Come, I am just going to dine,” said Coralie, hurrying Camusot out of the room.