"Well, you made a conquest of her. Every day she said to me: 'Do find Monsieur de Roncherolle; invite me to dine again with Monsieur de Roncherolle; I want him to teach me other ways of—you know what.'—In fact, I never see her that she doesn't talk about you, and if you were younger and—and—and fresher, I should be jealous of you."
"Thanks, thanks, a thousand times!"
"By the way, allow me to congratulate you; you walk very well; have you got rid of your gout?"
"For the time; it has held me pretty tight this fall."
"And you have a bearing, a style—that coat you have on is very well-made, very well-cut, and of handsome cloth; is it wadded?"
"As you say."
"On my word of honor! I don't say it to flatter you, but in that overcoat you look ten years younger!"
"In that case I am very sorry that I have only one."
"By the way, let me tell you that I have profited by your lessons—you know, the way to drink champagne,—two glasses, one on top of the other, in a plate."
"Yes; well?"