“You worry him too much.”
“Ah! I see something.—Where are we, my man?”
“Montmorency, monsieur,” replied our groom.
“Well! Monsieur Raymond, you want to see everything; you’re a very clever man!”
“Don’t be angry, my dear Dorsan; we’ll take this road to the left; I remember now that it leads straight to Madame de Marsan’s.”
“I think we should do as well to return to Paris; it looks like a storm.”
“What’s the odds? then they’ll have the party in the house.”
“The party! Parbleu! we may be there by eleven o’clock!”
“We shall be there at ten; I must whip this infernal beast.”
“Oh! I am beginning to be resigned; I am going to make the best of it.”