"But her name, if you please?"
"Little Adolphe Kromiousky; he's a Pole."
"I ask you the name of the lady sitting opposite us."
"Oh! that is Madame Baldimer, commonly known in society as the fair American."
"Madame Baldimer! Can it be that—— Ah! I am not surprised that the sight of her caused me an emotion that I could not understand! So that is Madame Baldimer!"
"Do you know her?"
"Oh! no, not I! But my son was very much in love with her; he fought a duel for her."
"That doesn't surprise me. As I tell you, she turns the heads of all the men."
"And it seems that she takes pleasure in causing her adorers to fight among themselves. Ah! I no longer consider her beautiful; I can't bear to look at her."
"Was your son wounded?"