"Is she alone?"
"Alone, except for a maid. But it's a very small house, almost no room at all. It's very pretty, though; I went over it once?"
"Have you seen the new neighbor yet?"
"No, but my brother has.—Haven't you, Jules, seen the lady who has hired the little house?"
"Yes, when I passed there this morning, she was at the window on the ground floor; I bowed, and she returned my bow most affably. She's very pretty—a young woman, with an air of distinction."
"Ah! did you see all that at a glance, Monsieur Jules?"
"Why, yes, madame! Oh! one glance is all I need; however, I bestowed more than one on her."
"And, of course, you know already who she is, what she does, what her name is?"
"No, not yet; but I shall know all those things to-morrow. She must be a widow; for the house would be too small for a lady with a husband and family. Being neighbors, we will call on her one of these days—eh, brother?"
"To be sure."