“What does that mean, monsieur?” demanded the ex-vivandière, rolling her eyes furiously. “You don’t wish me to say what everyone in this neighborhood thinks about those ladies; why should I hesitate, I pray to know?”
“What do people in the neighborhood say of those ladies?”
“I mark the king.”
“They say, monsieur, that they are—not of much account; and no one will receive them!”
“Those who say that, madame, do so either from evil-mindedness or from stupidity; and none but the most despicable people can possibly make such remarks!”
“Despicable! Monsieur, it seems to me that you insult me!”
“It is you, madame, who insult two persons who deserve all your respect.”
“I have won!”
“My respect! Ha! ha! that is too much! Luminot, do you hear what monsieur says?”
“What is it? what’s the matter? what are you talking about?”