“Good; I understand.”
The servant left us, and Raymond sat down at the table.
“I trust,” said I, “that you don’t propose to run after that girl? She’s fooling you.”
“No, no! I was joking, that’s all. She’s as solid as a rock!”
“She ought to know whether you are or not, for she rubbed you long enough.”
“Yes, indeed; the hussy knows!”
“It doesn’t seem to have disposed her in your favor.”
“Bah! didn’t she tell me where her room was?”
“Don’t you trust her.”
“Oh! I’ve no desire to go after her, as you can imagine; but, one thing is sure, and that is, that if I chose, I should have everything my own way.”