"Can it be that you haven't seen her yet?"
"Faith! I have not, madame; I have just come, and I have had no time yet to look for her."
"Look! there she is over yonder, by the orchestra."
I saw a young woman in the conventional costume, with white bouquet and orange blossoms.
"Do you see her?"
"Yes, madame. But why is she not dancing?"
"Because that great lout of an Archibald trod on her foot just now, and nearly crushed it. What an awkward creature he is! Anna is obliged to rest through at least two quadrilles."
I had learned that the bride's name was Anna. That was something.
"Poor Adolphe was in despair. He wanted to fight Monsieur Archibald."
Adolphe—that must be the groom's name.