“Four abstraction; and, by the way, had you not little penchant for a yellow domino?”
“A yellow domino?” repeated I, raising my hand to my head, as though it cost me an effort to remember it—“a yellow domino?”
“Ay, ay—a ye-ll-ow dom-in-o,” rejoined my companion, with sarcastic emphasis—“a yellow domino, who waltzed with a young officer—not bad-looking, by the way.”
“Ah! I think I do remember—”
“Well, I think you ought,” rejoined my tormentor, “and well, too: you took sufficient pains to observe.”
“Ah—aw—yes,” stammered I.
“I thought you were conning verses to her, and as you had not the advantage of seeing her face, were making them to her feet!”
“Ha, ha!—what an idea of yours, mad’m’selle!”
“In the end, she was not ungenerous—she let you see the face.”
“The devil!” exclaimed I, starting; “you saw the dénouement, then?”