"What's that! be careful yourselves!" retorted the man with one glove. "What the devil! you waltzed into my back."
"But you should get out of the way, monsieur! The idea of standing in front of people who are waltzing!"
"Ah! monsieur, you have torn my dress, and you trod on my foot!"
"But who is this shabbily dressed individual, who scratches his nose with a bright yellow glove, and runs into everybody? Do you know him?"
"No."
"Nor I."
"Nor I."
"Wait; Minoret must know him; he bet on Minoret's hand."
And a young man went up to Minoret, who had also entered the ballroom, and said to him:
"My dear Minoret, tell me who that extraordinary person in the Scotch trousers is, who bet twenty francs on you just now?"