"I don't like your name—Chamoureau; no, I don't like it at all!"
"The devil! that's rather embarrassing; I can't unbaptize myself."
"No, but listen: you were born somewhere."
"There's not the slightest doubt of that."
"Where were you born?"
"At Belleville."
"Belleville—very well; from this moment you are Chamoureau de Belleville, and you will not sign your name in any other way. Furthermore, you will be careful to use only the last name with any new acquaintances you may make; in that way, before long your name of Chamoureau will be entirely forgotten and you will be Monsieur de Belleville!"
"Pardieu! that's very nice! you have a mind as big as yourself! Monsieur de Belleville—that's an altogether coquettish name, and it pleases me beyond words.—Then you consent to become Madame de Belleville?"
"I must, since you promise to agree to everything I have stipulated."
"And to everything you may order in future; I swear it at your feet!"