"Here is one, monsieur."
"To ride in the Bois—always the same thing; it's horribly monotonous.—Lépinette, you must find something to amuse me."
"I should like nothing better; but monsieur le vicomte is so exacting! Things that would delight other gentlemen are indifferent to him, or displease him."
"That is true; I am hard to amuse. I resemble Louis XIV in that. I hoped to find something new when I came back to Paris.—This one draws badly; give me another."
"Here is one, monsieur."
"But no—nothing new or exciting!"
"There are some very pretty women in the quarter, monsieur."
"Bah! according to your taste, not mine!—But don't I hear horses in the courtyard?"
"Yes, monsieur; they are your friends, who have called for monsieur le vicomte, no doubt."
"Bigre! and I am not dressed! Never mind! they can wait.—Give me a cigarette."