“It isn’t Vaugirard—the devil! I did know the name. It isn’t La Villette!”
Luminot was interrupted by the arrival of Madame Remplumé, who rushed into the room as eagerly as he had done.
“Madame Droguet, I’ve heard some news——”
“My dear woman, I fancy that your news isn’t news to me. The Goldfish Villa is sold, isn’t it?”
“Ah! you know it! but it’s just out.”
“I have only known it a minute; neighbor Luminot came to tell us.”
“How in the world does he make out to get all the news first?”
“Oh! I walk about here and there and everywhere, mesdames.”
“The new owners are to come to-day to take possession of their property, where they mean to pass the whole summer.”
“Ah! that is something we didn’t know. And what is the name of these people? Monsieur Luminot can’t remember.”