“I have another, my friend.”
“Another what?”
“Why, another appointment, in a boudoir, for to-morrow.”
“With the same person?”
“No, with Madame Célival.”
“You are a lucky dog! Pray try to carry it off better than before.”
“Oh! make your mind easy! I shan’t put on any perfumery at all this time.—Are you going to play much longer?”
“Yes, we are just beginning a game of whist; I shall play two rubbers at least.”
“I will leave you then; I am going home to bed.”
“I don’t see why you should be tired.”