"Very good, on my word! very seductive! That devil of a Lépinette didn't deceive me!"
Then the viscount began to walk around the girl, who was standing in the middle of the salon; and he smiled as he observed the little white petticoat that outlined her hips so perfectly; until at last, vexed by this inspection, she exclaimed:
"Haven't you nearly finished staring at me, monsieur?"
"Why, you are exceedingly pleasant to look at!"
"Is that why you sent for me?"
"Well! suppose it were? My valet had praised your face and figure, and I wanted to see if he told the truth."
"If I had known that, I certainly would not have come into your apartment. Adieu, monsieur!"
"One moment, I pray! What a hurry you're in, Mademoiselle Georgette!—for Georgette is your name, I believe?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"From what part of the country do you come?"