"No, no! blow your nose again. I'll go to see you, that's agreed; you see, I'm my own master; to be sure, I have my gouty gentleman, who gives me something to do sometimes, but not every day; I haven't been able to find the Baronne de Grangeville, but that isn't my fault. By the way, some time ago weren't you also looking for somebody for your Monsieur Malberg? It was Violette who told me that one day when——"
"Violette! Violette! Did she mention me to you?"
"Ah! what a stupid turkey I am! Here I am talking about her now! I wish I'd bitten my tongue out!"
"Mon Dieu! it isn't a crime, after all, Chicotin. Besides, it must have been long ago, when she loved me a little, when she was fond of me; for she was, I am perfectly sure of it."
"Well, it's all over now! You were looking for somebody, that's all! and that was why we never met."
"That is true, but I looked in vain, I could not find that Monsieur de Roncherolle in Paris."
"Monsieur de—what name did you say?"
"Monsieur de Roncherolle."
"Well, on my word! that is a good one! Is that the man you looked for so long in vain?"