"Take them off."
"What's that? you want me to take off my boots, and walk about in my stockings?"
"Why, yes, rather than be discommoded."
"I am not discommoded, for I dance in them."
"What are you complaining about, then?"
"My dear Monsieur Edmond, it seems to me that you don't listen very closely to what I say; you're not interested in our conversation; are you looking for someone here?"
"Parbleu! at a masked ball one should always be looking for someone."
"Ah! indeed! well, that is an idea; but who in the devil is there for me to look for?"
"I thought that I recognized Amélia in a pretty little débardeur who ran away from me. Yes, it must have been she."
"Who's Amélia?"