“Choose for myself! why, all this stuff is horrible! these bouquets are good for nobody but circus riders! I don’t want any of these. I told you that I wanted something wonderful, such a bouquet as never yet was seen.”
“I will make you up one!”
“All right! but hurry. Zizi is waiting for me, and she doesn’t like to wait; her nerves are all upset when I am late.”
“Here’s your cigarette.”
“Thanks, my boy. Have you fire?”
“Always, when I am before this fascinating flower girl. Pray look at those eyes! did you ever see anything more alluring?”
“True! for a flower girl’s eyes, they are very fair.”
“And that nose, that mouth, and that cruel air, which would be so becoming to her if it were not genuine!”
“Ah! mademoiselle is cruel, is she?”
“Alas! yes, my dear Alfred.—Would you believe that for nearly a month I have been sighing at her feet, and without making any progress?”