But the door opened, and no lady appeared, but Balloquet, in his best clothes and with fresh gloves.
"Oh! I beg pardon, my dear Rochebrune! You are with a lady, and your servant didn't tell me! I will go, and come again another day."
"No, stay, Balloquet, stay; mademoiselle will not object.—Isn't that so, Rosette? you are willing that my friend should stay?"
"To be sure! I'm no savage; company don't scare me."
And Rosette put her mouth to my ear and whispered:
"Is he a perfumer?"
"No; a doctor."
"A doctor! Does he treat his patients with essences? He gives out such an odor—you'd think he was the Grand Turk!"
Balloquet meanwhile said to me in an undertone:
"Good! I don't frighten this one away! She isn't like the little blonde."