“It never went so far as that!”
“You will no longer avoid me as soon as you see me?”
“Of course not!”
“Because one is no longer a lover is no reason for not being a friend, is it? I have always thought not. You will come to see me; I insist upon it; otherwise I shall think that you still hate me.”
“I do not go into society here; I go only to Madame Dalmont’s.”
“But we are not new acquaintances; was not my husband your friend? If you should refuse to come to see us, it might suggest strange ideas to him, knowing—and he does know it—that you are living in this neighborhood.”
“I thought that Chamoureau had no ideas that were not agreeable to you.”
“Mon Dieu! that man loves me; it is his greatest pleasure to gratify my wishes; don’t charge that to him as a crime! And because a woman has led rather an agitated life, do you suppose that when she is once married, she can’t behave herself and make her husband happy?”
“I think that one can always behave oneself when one has firmly determined to do so, and that it is never too late to atone for one’s errors.”
“Ah! it’s very lucky that you are willing to admit that. When will you dine with us?”