“There are the people from the Courtivaux house,” said Madame Remplumé, approaching Madame Droguet.
“Oh! we have seen them! they are noticeable enough. What rigs!”
“Their dresses are in wretched taste!”
“The materials are the very cheapest!”
“They look so to me.”
“Regular lorettes, aren’t they, Monsieur Luminot?”
“Dear me! mesdames, allow me first to ask you what you mean by lorettes?”
“Oh! the little innocent! who doesn’t know the ladies who live in the Bréda quarter in Paris!”
“I assure you that I don’t know that quarter! When I lived in Paris, I never went out of Bercy.”
“Hush, you wicked monster!”