"Forget her! why, it's more impossible than ever, now that I have tasted her kisses! now that I know her way of kissing!—Ah! my friend! I had never been kissed like that, even by Eléonore!"
"I can believe that! Your wife knew that it was you she was kissing, while this woman took you for another."
"That isn't it at all! it's because Eléonore wasn't passionate, loving, maddening, like the lovely Thélénie."
"Aha! you propose to cry down your wife now, do you? That's very pretty! We are becoming ungrateful! Chamoureau, you make me blush! I shall not be surprised to hear you say in a day or two: 'How glad I am that I'm a widower!'"
"That isn't what I meant."
"No, but that is your thought!—Look you, I am speaking seriously now, so be reasonable; your love for this woman is absolutely devoid of sense."
"Adieu, Freluchon!"
"Come some day and dine with me; we'll go to the Folies-Nouvelles, a charming little theatre, where one always sees some very light-hearted females; you will very soon find someone to divert your thoughts."
"Adieu, Freluchon!"
Chamoureau would not hear of any distractions.