"Why is it a pity?"
"Dear me! it's easy to see that. As I am the possessor of rather an attractive face, if I hadn't this false nose, I should be even more fascinating in this costume, and I am sure that I should make conquests in swarms."
"By Jove! that's true; I entirely forgot that you were a handsome man!"
"Still, my wife used to repeat it often enough: 'Ah! how handsome he is, my Chamoureau!'"
"Yes, to the tune of the Postilion de Longjumeau.—But after all, you know, you're under no compulsion to keep your false nose on, if you want to take it off."
"Oh, no! the deuce! someone might recognize me then, and I should be compromised!"
"Try to make a conquest with your nose."
"That's quite possible—Damn these boots!"
And Chamoureau halted to raise the flaps.
"So you are inclined to make a little acquaintance, my inconsolable widower?" asked Edmond, who was walking beside Freluchon and had overheard the Spaniard's last words.