"Agony? The deuce! In truth, you are very pale. Where's the pain?"
"In my heart!"
"The heart? Why, in that case, you must take something. Come with me to a café; I know what you need; I often have a pain in my heart."
"No, no! I won't leave this spot until I have seen her—the perfidious, faithless creature!"
"You are waiting for a faithless creature, eh? That ought not to prevent your taking something to set you up. You are horribly pale; you'll be ill in a moment. When one is waiting for a perfidious female, one needs strength, courage, nerve! Come and take a plate of soup; there's a soup-kitchen close by."
"Ah! here they are! here they are! Yes, I am sure that these are they; I know it by the way I feel. Look, monsieur; do you see those carriages on the boulevard?"
"Yes, this seems to be another wedding party. Peste! this is evidently a swell affair."
"The carriages are coming here—do you see, monsieur?"
"Glass coaches, with footmen in livery!—this goes away ahead of the Blanquette party."
"They are stopping here. Come, let us go nearer."