“So you’re in Paris now, eh?”
“As you see.”
“Dear Dorsan! it seems a century since I saw you!”
“I assure you that I too am very glad to see you.”
“Really? such an excellent friend! By the way, accept my congratulations; I understand that you have made a magnificent marriage, that you have a divine wife!”
“Oho! you know that, do you?”
“Yes; one of my friends, who happened to be at Melun, told me; you must have met him in society—Monsieur Regnier?”
“Yes, I believe I do remember him.”
“Well! it was he who told me the whole story. Ah! I was almost angry with you.—‘What!’ I said to myself; ‘my dear Dorsan, my friend, is married, and doesn’t let me know! me, who am so interested in his welfare!’ Oh! it was very ill done of you!”
“You are too kind, really; but my wife is expecting me, and I cannot stay any longer. And yet, I should be glad to talk with you. Won’t you breakfast with me?”