"How should I know that? Do you suppose that I have been to Passy?"
"Oh, no! that is true. Well, Armantine has left the neighborhood of the Bois. She hasn't told me where she has gone; apparently, she isn't anxious to see me again. That's as she pleases: one should never force one's self upon anybody. But I see that you are not listening to me! I forgive you: you are so engrossed by your new conquest and your blissful meeting to-morrow!—But I am forgetting that I have some business to attend to."
As she spoke, she put on her bonnet, which she had tossed on a table when she took her seat at the piano.
"What! you are going to leave me already?"
"Yes—I, too—somebody's waiting for me—I too have an appointment. Did you think that that was impossible?"
"In what a tone you say that! I thought simply that, in that case, you would have taken me into your confidence."
"Perhaps so. I can't tell all my sentiments so easily as you can."
"Then you have less confidence in me than I have in you."
"That is possible."
"But that is very unkind!"