Daréna soon returned also; he asked Chérubin whether he had carried forward his affair with his pretty neighbor.
“Yes, we talked; she seemed to ask nothing better. You were not mistaken; the gentleman is her husband; she’s a foreigner, she has a very strong accent.”
“They’re Poles; I found that out in the foyer.”
“She seems to be very much attached to her country—pays,—for she sighs for it and talks about it all the time!”
“Her country! oh, yes! Poland.—Did you make an appointment with her?”
“An appointment? Oh! we didn’t get so far as that!”
“How did you amuse yourselves then? A woman who is mad over you, who fairly eats you with her eyes!”
“Do you think so? What good fortune! She is so pretty, and her accent is so fascinating!”
“Yes, the Polish accent has much charm.”
“I am quite mad over her, my dear fellow.”