“Ah! I understand! an amourette, a partie fine!”
“Exactly.”
“You’re a terrible fellow. They accuse me of being fickle, a deceiver, but I am sure that you’re a hundred times worse than I.”
“I won’t deny that I’m rather given to changing!”
“And the lady?”
“Oh! charming, delicious! a regular swell, with her carriage and livery! We are here incog.”
“So I imagine.”
“She has granted me to-day a favor she has refused a thousand other men.”
“What a lucky dog you are! You arouse my curiosity; might I not see her?”
“Oh! impossible, my dear fellow, impossible! she’s a woman who is most particular about her reputation. If she knew that I had talked about her to one of my friends, she would be deadly angry with me and would never forgive me.”