"Well, monsieur, am I no longer allowed to have a headache? Pay the cabman, will you; I have come from Madame Delabert's.—Can I no longer visit my friends, I should like to know?"
"Come, come, Fanny, don't be angry; perhaps I was foolish to be anxious. But it would have been so easy for you to leave word for me! Remember that I haven't seen you at all to-day, and a whole day without seeing you seems very long now!"
"It isn't my fault if I have a sick headache. I can still feel the effects of it, so I am going to bed; I am very tired."
"Mayn't I come up with you for a moment?"
"Oh! I should think not! it wouldn't be proper, so late."
"It isn't eleven yet."
"But I tell you that I still feel the effects of my headache, and that I am going straight to bed."
"Why didn't you go to see that apartment I told you about—on Rue Fontaine, near Place Saint-Georges?"
"Why didn't I? Because I forgot all about it."
"How could you forget a thing of such importance? For, if it suits you, we must rent it at once."