"Oh! I shall tell you later."
"I flatter mythelf that I play a fine game of whitht."
"You are quite right!"
"Well, Monsieur Batonnin! well! what are you thinking about?"
"I thought you would trump, madame."
"We've lost the odd—and it's your fault."
"We have won."
"Now for the rubber!"
"I beg you, Monsieur de la Bérinière, stand behind Monsieur Batonnin.—Oh! he doesn't listen to me! he has gone to pay his court to Mademoiselle Adolphine. What a butterfly that man is, and when will he sober down?"
"It seems to me," observed Monsieur Clairval, with a smile, "that it would be rather hard for him to change his habits now."