"I think I see myself taking you to supper! You had a stick of candy from me, and that's all you will get; for it's not decent to deceive everybody as you do. At your age, and with a face like yours—to try to make a conquest! Go and hide yourself!"
"Let me tell you that you're an impudent wretch, monsieur, and that a man don't talk like that to a woman. When a man has such spindleshanks as yours, he shouldn't put on so many airs. Did anyone ever hear of such a thing! This blockhead flinging a miserable stick of candy in my face! You might stuff it into your nose, your sweetmeat; it would go in. I'll show you what I think of it!"
And the domino hurled her stick of candy at Chamoureau's legs and angrily turned her back on him.
While the widower gazed in stupefaction at the shattered fragments of the bonbon, Freluchon took his arm.
"What the deuce are you doing here," he said, "in rapt contemplation before these broken bits of candy?"
"Faith! I was thinking, as I looked at them, what a pity it is to waste good stuff like that."
"Pshaw! let's go to supper; that will be better fun than staying here. We are just going; we are all downstairs, and I left my Marquise Pompadour to come in search of you; I should say that that was rather kind on my part, eh?"
"Parbleu! you couldn't leave me here and go off without me, when my clothes are at your rooms."
"Come, come; we are going to have supper at Vachette's."
"Why not at the Maison d'Or? it's nearer. You see I never thought to bring a cloak or an overcoat to wear over my disguise. You have a carriage, I trust?"