"It's like the smell of stale tobacco; it's perfectly sickening."
"Impossible."
"Look! there's Alfred leaving her now; let's see what he says.—Alfred!"
"What is it?"
"You were just talking with Madame Plays; did you smell anything?"
"Oh! parbleu! that was what made me leave her. I like to smoke a cigar, but a lady who smells like a guardhouse isn't at all agreeable. She must chew! that's the only explanation."
"She probably adopted the habit in her retirement."
"We must go and ask her husband."
"Oh, no! I should never dare."
"It's evident that you don't know Monsieur Plays! I'll bet you that I dare. Follow me, without making it apparent, and you'll see."