“And that method served with Madame Boutillon?”
“Don’t I tell you that it’s infallible?”
“And you call on that lady now?”
“To be sure; I play cards with her husband; we play Pope Joan; he’s very fond of it.—And you, little Astianax—whom are you looking for on the boulevard? are you expecting to meet some one?”
“Yes, I am expecting some one, who seems in no hurry to come.”
“You have an appointment on the boulevard, at the flower market? That is very pleasant; you walk amid agreeable odors. Ladies often make their appointments at the flower market.”
“No, I have no appointment; I came here because I am in love with a little flower girl; and very pretty she is! Ah! she beats Madame Boutillon, I tell you!”
“That is very possible! I never thought that Madame Boutillon could not be beaten.—Where does your lovely flower girl stand?”
“Over yonder, opposite us—that booth where there is no one just now. She has probably gone to carry a bouquet somewhere.”
“How goes your love-affair? have you triumphed?”