"How in der teufel are you?" said the baron, taking my hand.
"Ah! is it you, Monsieur de Brunzbrack? I am delighted to meet you. Do you know that it is more than six months since we met?"
"Ja, I know id veil; but I could not meed you no more, pecause—you know pecause vhy?"
"What do I know? Assume that I do not know—I shall be much obliged."
"Pecause I no longer go to Monsir Sordeville."
"Ah! you no longer go there? Faith! I had no means of knowing that, for the very simple reason that I myself have not put my foot inside that door since—yes, since the night we played baccarat together, against Madame Dauberny."
"Ten you pe like me. Te loafely voman, she vill haf varned us poth."
"Warned—— Who, pray?"
"Te loafely Frédérique."
"Ah! so Madame Dauberny suggested to you too not to go to Madame Sordeville's, did she?"