"Ah! Monsieur Chamoureau?"
"That's the name, madame: Monsieur Chamoureau."
"What did he want?"
"Why, to see madame; he seemed very much disappointed not to find her and asked me if madame would be out long; he wanted to wait."
"The idiot! does he propose to wear me out with his calls; however, as soon as he bores me too much, I shall have no hesitation in forbidding him my door. Very well; leave me."
"He is the Spaniard of the Opéra ball who kept pulling up his boots, isn't he?" said Mademoiselle Héloïse, when the maid had left the room.
"Yes, and the great clown, whom I instructed to tell me everything that happened at a certain supper after the ball,—I knew that he was to sup with Edmond and his friends and their ladies. What do you suppose Monsieur Chamoureau did? he went to sleep in the middle of supper, and when he woke, everybody had gone!"
"He was drunk, probably!"
"And then he comes to see me, and makes me an impassioned declaration of love!"
"Accompanied by diamonds or a cashmere shawl?"