Marie roared with laughter.
“What, you skating with de Woude? with that ‘stuck-up coxcomb,’ that ‘piece of affectation’? But, Lili, that will never do; you always thought him such an intolerable bore.”
“Qu’est ce que ça fait? At least he is politer than Paul or Etienne, and if he likes to assist me——”
Marie still laughed.
“But he can’t skate!” she cried contemptuously.
“He says he is passionately fond of it.”
“Oh, don’t you believe it. Rubbish!”
Lili shrugged her shoulders impatiently.
“But he wouldn’t tell any fibs about it, surely!”
“Dear me, how eager you are all of a sudden to champion him! At one time there was no good in him at all.”