“By the door,” replied Claude Vignon, dryly.
“Oh,” she cried, shrugging her shoulders, “I am aware that you are not a man to climb in by a window.”
“Scaling a window is a badge of honor for a beloved woman.”
“Enough!” said Felicite.
“Am I in the way?” asked Claude.
“Monsieur,” said Calyste, artlessly, “this letter—”
“Pray keep it; I ask no questions; at our age we understand such affairs,” he answered, interrupting Calyste with a sardonic air.
“But, monsieur,” began Calyste, much provoked.
“Calm yourself, young man; I have the utmost indulgence for sentiments.”
“My dear Calyste,” said Camille, wishing to speak.