"All that will end, when you have made her yours, monseigneur."
"Have you seen her lover? This Urbain of whom she talks incessantly, and whom she calls at every moment of the day."
"No, monseigneur, and I presume that young Urbain, more reasonable than Blanche, has already forgotten that little love affair."
"The poor little thing is always thinking of him. If I could persuade her that he no longer loves her,—she would not, however, believe me. But in speaking to you of Blanche I forget the motive which induced me to send for you. You can never divine whom I met the day before yesterday, in the evening, in my park—Julia."
"Julia!" cried the barber, starting with surprise.
"Yes, she had entered these premises. But how could she have discovered that I was here?"
"I can't imagine, monseigneur."
"She had the audacity to threaten me, jealousy and rage shone in her eyes; she also spoke to me of you. I didn't understand all she was saying to me, and she disappeared when I was about to force her to explain further."
"Monseigneur, this young girl has some evil design."
"I think that, also. However, she has not reappeared since, and every evening my people make a general search in the park."