"Carmen!"
"Come, throw down your cards. I tell you I will no longer submit to this miserable farce we are playing here. I will no longer call myself your daughter, nor will I be dragged into the maze of intrigues which I divine."
"Carmen! once more I implore you—"
"I will not be your accomplice and be dragged by you into an abyss of infamy!"
"But why should you say such things? I am rich, and honored by the favor of the Emperor."
"A fine recommendation, that!" cried Carmen, disdainfully.
"I am respected and honored by every one."
Carmen rose from her chair and looked the banker full in the face.
"Then tell me why, when we were at the soirée last evening, at a name pronounced by a lacquey you became ghastly pale."
"You are mistaken—"