"What! deprive me of your company already! I will escort you to Rue Saint-Honoré."
"I no longer live there; since Mademoiselle Valentine de Mongarcin became Marquise de Santoval, we live on Rue Sainte-Avoie."
"Aha! so your lady is now Marquise de Santoval! And that is the reason why my vigils in front of the Hôtel de Mongarcin have led to nothing!"
"Take my advice, monsieur le chevalier, and make no further attempt to see me."
"Ah! I am rich now, Miretta; I will cover you with fine pearls!"
"You might offer me all the treasures of the Indies, and I would still say to you: 'You are wasting your time; I do not love you; I shall never love you.'"
"Then it must be that mysterious Carvajal whom you love. But, by death! if I ever meet him!"
"Ah, me! I would like right well to meet him!"
As she said these words, Miretta darted away so swiftly that she soon disappeared from the eyes of Passedix, who pulled his cap over his forehead, muttering angrily:
"Mordioux! she defies me still. I must forget her! I must show my dignity! Let us get tipsy!"