"Bravo! I recognize you now."
"My dearest wish is gratified."
"You must tell us to-morrow how it goes off. That is all I ask for my reward."
"I'll tell you everything; I will conceal nothing from my friends henceforth. Dear Freluchon! dear Edmond!—But what's the matter with Monsieur Edmond? he doesn't say anything."
"Don't you know that he is in love, like you?"
"Oho! with whom, pray?"
"A young person—who lives with a lady who bought a country house at Chelles."
"The deuce! Mademoiselle Agathe!"
Edmond emerged from his reverie, crying:
"Agathe! who mentioned her name?—Have you seen those ladies again, Chamoureau? have you been to their house?"