“Oh! I can’t endure it now! and if I had known all that I know now, we certainly would have taken another when we were married.”
“Known all that you know? Are you going to begin again?”
“You can’t deny that this was the place where you knew Mademoiselle Marguerite; everybody in the house knows it, and you cannot certainly think it is pleasant for me to live here.”
“Everybody in the house knows that I used to talk to my neighbor; and everybody also knows that I was not her lover.”
“Oh! that isn’t what people say—even the concierges.”
“What, Eugénie! do you talk with the concierges?”
“No, not I; but our maid talks with them sometimes; that is natural enough. And I know, monsieur, that Mademoiselle Marguerite was not content to receive visits from you; she used to come to your room.”
“That is false, madame.”
“You won’t admit it, of course not. You could not say that she used to come here with her lover.”
“Oh, yes! I do remember now that she came once to my room, just once, one morning, to ask me if I had seen her cat which she had lost.”