Lucile’s sneering laughter had an ironical note that began to irritate me. I bowed to her and turned away, but she detained me.
“By the way, one moment, monsieur; it is probable that I shall not have the pleasure of talking with you again for a long time, for a married man doesn’t go out without his wife. So yours is very pretty, is she?”
“Yes.”
“And are you very much in love with her?”
“More than I have ever been.”
“Oh! how frank!”
“Why shouldn’t I say what I think?”
“To be sure. Then you must try to make her love you more than you have ever been loved. Ha! ha!”
“I think that that will not be difficult.”