"Well! can it be that you don't recognize me?" continued Roncherolle, walking still nearer, the better to see the baroness; and he added, like a person who fears that he has made a mistake:
"Surely it is Madame de Grangeville to whom I have the honor of speaking?"
"Yes, monsieur; and you are——"
"De Roncherolle, at your service, if you will permit."
"Roncherolle; is it possible? is it really you?"
"Why, yes, it is really I, my dear Lucienne."
"Dear fellow! What a pleasure to see you again! Come and sit here, beside me."
Roncherolle limped to the causeuse, saying to himself:
"Bigre! how old she is! what a ruin!"
While the baroness thought: