"Quite true; I spoke to him just now."
"Do you know that Sénange has enticed Camilla, his mistress, away from him?"
"How do you suppose that I know that? Do I consort with courtesans, pray? I have never cared for that sort of woman!"
"Ha! ha! ha! I think that you have been very wise, my dear friend!"
"You laugh, do you? Mon Dieu! if I had chosen to cover them with gold, they would have adored me."
"You mean that they would have pretended to."
"To a man of sense, that amounts to the same thing. Look you—you mention Léodgard; he is handsome, young, and well made; and yet you told me just now that his mistress had left him!"
"That is true; and the strangest part of it is that Léodgard has not had a quarrel with Sénange; indeed, it is said that they continue to be good friends."
"Par la sambleu! I should say so! What greater service can one render a friend than to rid him of an old mistress?"
"Noirteuil, you are a villain! It is very lucky for the ladies that you have that slight protuberance on your shoulder!"