"Is monsieur le vicomte asleep?"
"What! No, I'm not asleep! I wish I were, but smoking never puts me to sleep! What do you want of me?"
"I came to tell monsieur that I have just made a find."
"A find! Have you found a treasure? So much the better for you; keep it!"
"Oh! monsieur, it isn't a treasure in money; it's something of another sort, which will be much more to monsieur's taste."
The viscount half rose, saying:
"What in the deuce is it?"
"It's a woman, monsieur; or rather, an enchanting girl!"
The viscount fell back on the couch, muttering:
"And you came here and disturbed me for that, did you? That's what you call a treasure!"