"Do I know! why, it's my gouty gentleman; he set me to find a lady. Ah! he looks to me like an old rake! but swell, and generous, though it seems he's ruined."
"And this gentleman's name is De Roncherolle?"
"Exactly; and I had a bouquet to carry from him—indeed, he bought it of Violette."
"Of Violette?"
"Confound it! I am getting to be as talkative as a magpie, and as stupid as a kettle!"
"Does that gentleman know Violette too?"
"Why, no, he knows her just as everybody may know a person who sells flowers; he bought a bouquet of her and paid for it, that's all."
"And his name is De Roncherolle?"
"Yes, yes; how many times must I tell you that?"
"And he lives——"