"For my part, I agree. I am at liberty, and, on my word, I shall not be sorry to have a little sport, especially as I got out of the way of it long ago."
"Ah! you're fine, you are! I love you with all my heart, now!" said Rosette, slapping Frédérique on the back. "And you, Monsieur Larose, why don't you say something?"
"I?" said Balloquet; "if you mean what you say, I'm game; nothing would suit me better."
"Do I mean it! I hope you don't think we're going to dine on air, do you? Well, my dear friend, don't you think my plan's a good one? you don't seem enchanted with it!"
"I? I beg your pardon; I will do whatever you wish."
"But," said Frédérique, "Rochebrune would have preferred to dine alone with you, mademoiselle."
"Ouiche!" cried Rosette; "as if we hadn't time enough to see each other! Come, is it settled?"
"It is settled, agreed, decided."
"Let's start, then; it's after two o'clock already."
"Go and call a cab, Pomponne, and we'll keep it the rest of the day."