"Listen, Celestine, you are a nice girl. I like you very much. Do you know where she is? Go and find her and tell her that I want to see her."
"But I don't know where Madame is."
"Yes, you do, Celestine. I implore you. Please go! I suffer so!"
"Upon my word of honor! Monsieur, I don't know where she is."
I insisted:
"Perhaps she is at her lover's? At the restaurant. Oh, tell me where she is!..."
"But I don't know!"
I was getting impatient.
"Celestine, I have been trying to be nice to you. Don't make me lose my temper ... because...."
Celestine crossed her arms, shook her head and in the drawling voice of a blackguard: