"Ah! Monléard doesn't propose that his little wife shall be bored; they are going to parties all the time."
"Yes; if only it will last.—I declare four kings—eighty!"
"And why shouldn't it last?—Mon Dieu! how that fellow makes my ears ache with his 'I await thee! I await thee!'—I am sorry for Mademoiselle Adolphine."
"Haven't you heard, monsieur le comte,—a simple marriage in diamonds,—that Monsieur Monléard was speculating on the Bourse in a—another marriage, clubs this time—in a terrific way?"
"Faith! no.—Why, I am not counting at all. It's that infernal singer's fault!"
"I have been told for a fact that he has lost a lot of money lately."
"We must never believe more than half of what we're told, you know."
"Double bézique!"
"Deuce take it! how you are beating me! Ah! they're singing a duet now; we shall hear Mademoiselle Adolphine, at all events. If she could only drown that fellow's voice!"
"I have made eleven hundred on this deal."