"That's as good a way as any of not telling me. But when he is in Paris, I promise you that I shall not fail to find him."
"Have you anything important to say to him, monsieur? if so, tell it to me, and I will transmit it."
Cherami reflected a moment, then pulled his hat over his eyes, and said:
"No, I simply wanted to shake hands with him, to inquire for his health, and to find out whether he is finally cured of his love for the faithless Fanny."
"His letters tell me that his health is good. As for his foolish passion for a woman who never loved him, I like to believe that it has succumbed to absence."
"Say rather to the glances of the Andalusians; for they have terrible eyes, those Spanish women! I know something of them. I have known three, who——"
"Pardon me, monsieur; but I am very busy, and, if you have nothing else to say to me——"
"Ah! you dismiss me?—Very good; that's very polite. I have my cue!"
"You have your cue? What do you mean by that?"
"Oh! it's of no consequence. It's a little phrase which I often use; it's as if I said: 'I see where I stand.'"