"Ah! is it you, Chicotin?" cried Violette, as she recognized Georget's friend. "It's a long time since I've seen you; it's a strange thing how all my old acqaintances have gone away, I don't know where. Have you done like your friend Georget? Have you stopped standing on the boulevard?"
"How much do you ask for this bunch, mamzelle?"
"I say, Chicotin, do you ever see your friend Georget? for of course he must come to Paris from time to time."
"This big bunch of violets, mamzelle, I ask you how much it is."
"And I ask you if you ever see Georget? It seems to me you might answer me."
"Mamzelle, I came here to buy some violets and not for anything else. I buy them of you, because you're the only one that's got any good ones; if it wasn't for that——"
"If it wasn't for that—well, what? Come, finish what you were going to say."
"Well! I was going to say that if it wasn't for that I wouldn't have spoken to you."
"What, you too, Chicotin? Why, has it gone so far that I must receive insults from everybody? that everybody is going to insult me? Ah! that's a shame! what have I done to you, that you should say that to me?"
"To me—you haven't done anything to me personally, but you have to somebody else, somebody I'm very fond of, who's my friend; you've made him unhappy, and when anyone treat my friends bad, I always take a hand in it."