"How he has changed! how ugly he has grown! I should never have known him!"
"Tell me, my dear friend," said Roncherolle, making himself comfortable on the causeuse, "didn't you expect a visit from me? Didn't you receive my bouquets?"
"I beg pardon; indeed I expected you, and most impatiently, I assure you; but the fact is——"
"That I am devilishly changed, eh? What can you expect? time spares no one; and then the gout—that makes one suffer, it wears one out!"
"Have you had the gout?"
"Yes; indeed I have it now."
"That accounts for it then; I noticed in your gait something—that you used not to have."
"I should say so; I limp like an old horse!"
"You have lost your hair too."
"I have lost a lot of things."