"Oh! I don't care about that."
"Lying a little more or less doesn't matter; and you are lying by calling yourself Miflorès, when your real name is Seringat; a pretty name, by the way, which reminds one of a canary [serin], a flower [syringa], and a syringe [seringue]. Miflorès isn't your name."
"It was my mother's, so I have a right to take it."
"At all events, you don't want these people to know your real name, and what happened to you, do you?"
"No, no! never! I would rather—I—don't know what."
"Well, I know the whole story."
"But you promised to keep it secret, my good, kind friend."
"Yes; but on condition that you'll be obliging, that you'll do everything for me that I ask you to do."
"That's agreed. Do you want more money? Tell me."
"Not now; but try to be amiable, amusing, polite, while you are here; that's all I ask of you at present."