"I did not speak of that, to avoid recalling unpleasant things; you were most kind, a thousand times too kind; but that did not surprise me, and I ask your pardon again for that girl, who didn't know what she was saying."
"I assure you that she didn't offend me in the least; far from it! her observations were so amusing, and her expressions so classic! But you are reconciled, I hope? My departure should have restored peace at once."
"No; that is where you are mistaken. We did not make peace. Rosette went away in a rage, and I haven't seen her since."
"Really? You surprise me. And haven't you made any attempt to see that fascinating grisette again?"
"No, not any."
Frédérique looked at me out of the corner of her eye. To change the subject, I asked her if her husband had returned.
"Not yet. You seem greatly interested in my husband's movements. I confess that that puzzles me a good deal."
"I beg you to believe that my interest in him has no connection with you."
"Oh! I am sure of that."
"Do you know that your husband's friend, he who called himself Saint-Germain, has lost his place?"