"Id runs ein leedle; but id is gut."
"What's that, baron? your life runs a little?"
"I did not untershtand; I said id of mein bibe."
"Oh, indeed!—It's a pity that we have bad days, that melancholy thoughts sometimes take possession of us!"
"Melancholy thoughts come only as a result of disappointments of the heart."
"True, you are right, Rochebrune; that is why your thoughts are so sad to-night, isn't it? The handsome Mondival distanced you; he had the pole to-night. Ha! ha! what a way to talk about love! What will you think of me? that I am a very mauvais sujet, eh?"
"We should be too fortunate if that were so!"
"Ach, ja! as mein frent Rochebrune say—if id vas so—— Sapremann, id is running again!"
"Pray take another pipe, baron; there are enough to choose from."
A thought that had come to my mind several times during supper still absorbed me. I do not know whether Frédérique could read it in my eyes, but, after looking at me a moment, she said: