"If it's he, we shall see him in a moment."
It was not the master of the house who entered the salon, but Monsieur Gerbault, who, like an affectionate father, began by kissing his daughters.
"Good-evening, father," said Fanny. "Why didn't you come to dinner, with Adolphine? My husband didn't like it."
"I couldn't, my dear child. Adolphine must have told you that I had promised a gentleman from the provinces——"
"A fine reason! You should have sent your gentleman from the provinces off somewhere to dine by himself."
"No, when I have promised, I keep my promise. Where is your husband, by the way?"
"He had somebody to see to-night. He'll be at home soon."
"There! we have lost! I knew it!" cried Madame de Mirallon. "Ah! Monsieur Batonnin, I will never forgive you those six counters!"
"But, madame, I am well paid by the pleasure of having been your partner."
"Luckily, Monsieur Gerbault is here. He knows how to play! Come and take a hand, Monsieur Gerbault."