"No."
"Will you come to a restaurant with me and breakfast?"
"No; in the first place, I haven't got time; they're waiting for me, and I must go back. In the second place, I wouldn't go, anyway, like that, with someone I don't know."
"That's the way to become acquainted."
"Suppose anyone should see me go into a restaurant with you—one of my aunts, for instance! I've got seven aunts!"
"Sapristi! that's worse than Abd-el-Kader! No matter! come and have breakfast with me at my rooms, and you will see at once who I am—that I am not a mere nobody, a man without means or position."
"Oh! I didn't say you were, monsieur."
"I live on Rue Bleue, No. 14; that isn't very far away. If you will trust me, I promise you that I won't even kiss the end of your finger."
"Perhaps not, monsieur; but I tell you, I haven't got time; I must go back; I am late already, and I shall be scolded."
"Very well! where shall I send you a ticket, then?"