"I agree with you, madame, for it is a very sad word."
"And false three-quarters of the time. However, if you really wish to see me again, don't be disturbed; you will have an opportunity."
"Where, madame?"
"At Armantine's."
"Madame Sordeville's? But I know her no better than I do you."
"True; but her husband knows you. Talk a little more with him, and I will undertake to say that he'll invite you to his house."
"Do you think so, madame?"
"Try it, and you will see. Ah! here's the terrible Archibald coming toward us. Beware, or you will make an enemy of him!"
"How so?"
"Because I am sure that he thinks you are making love to me. He is capable of believing even more than that; and you must know that he has made me a declaration of love."