“You know very well that she is ill, mademoiselle; she will refuse.”
“A drive cannot fail to do her good. I am going to ask her.”
“You are taking useless trouble, mademoiselle.”
“We will see about that, monsieur.”
She paid no heed to me and left us. But I was not alarmed; Eugénie certainly would not accept.
Monsieur Roquencourt came up to me and, pointing to his waistcoat, which was made of white silk, with colored flowers, and cut after the style of Louis XV, said to me:
“What do you think of this waistcoat?”
“It is very original.”
“I wore it in the part of Monsieur de Crac.”
“I can well imagine that it must be very effective on the stage.”