"Ach! pigre! I vould haf no more gone to Sordeville's for ein embire! But I haf called often to see Montame Dauberny; I haf hard luck; she pe nefer in! I haf not pin aple to meed her. And you, mein gut frent?"
"I received the same advice from Madame Dauberny."
"And you opeyed, like me?"
"Not instantly; I went once more to see Madame Sordeville, but in the afternoon."
"Ach! gut! gut!"
"Indeed, I expected to see her often; but an unforeseen event changed all my plans. I have not been there since, and I shall never go again."
"Ach! gut! gut! Is id also to do Montame Dauberny's vish?"
"Not at all; it is for another reason, which I cannot tell you."
"Gut! gut! I no untershtand. You must not—you must not shtill pe in loafe mit te peautiful Frédérique?"
"Mon Dieu! no, my dear baron! When could I have fallen in love with her, pray? I never see her; I never meet her."