"That's the name—it is Monsieur Célestin."
"And he comes here? Madame Baldimer receives him?"
"Oh, yes! quite often, too."
"Is he her lover?"
"No, no! oh! as to that, I assure you that he isn't anything of the kind; not that he doesn't want to be, for he makes love to madame; but, between you and me, I think she's fooling him."
"He comes to see her! and he never told me!"
"Pardi! he'd be mighty careful not to, as he comes and tells madame everything you do; and, between you and me, I think that's all madame receives him for."
"The villain! can it be possible? play the spy on me!"
"And this morning, only a moment ago, I heard—because, you see, when I'm near the door, I can hear very well without listening; I have sharp ears—I heard Monsieur Célestin tell Madame Baldimer that you were to fight a duel this morning with Count Dahlborne; that he was watching last night in the street, and heard you say: 'Until to-morrow, at ten o'clock, at Porte Saint-Mandé.'"