At that, he took his whole head out from beneath the bedclothes, and looked at me with a surprised and pleased expression.
“What! do you mean it? you have ceased to think about the little flower girl?”
“I never thought about her!”
“Well! do you know, I almost suspected as much! Besides, we have Madame de Marsan, who must occupy a good deal of our attention!”
“Never mind Madame de Marsan; tell me about your intrigue with Nicette.”
“Oh! it isn’t a long story! I confess that I am madly in love with her! You know how pretty she is!”
“A saucy face!”
“The deuce! saucy! you call her saucy! you are hard to please.”
“Well?”
“I go to make love to her almost every night. At first she was a little inclined to be wild; but I was so skilful at wheedling her, that now she can’t get along without me, and I am sure that she adores me.”