“And I tell you that if either you or he ever do that sort of thing again, that will be the end, and I will not speak to you any more.”
“Oh! never fear, mademoiselle, we shan’t do it again; not I, that is, for I can’t answer for others.”
“The others only do what you want.”
“Not speak to you any more? would that be possible? In the first place, I should keep on speaking to you!”
“But I wouldn’t answer you.”
“Then you would mean to kill me with grief?”
“Nonsense, people don’t die for that sort of thing!”
“Oh, you think so, because you don’t feel what I do, here in the bottom of my heart.”
“Georget, I thought that you intended to work hard to-day?”
“Ah! so I do, you are right.—By the way, mamzelle, you don’t happen to know a gentleman named De Roncherolle, do you?”