“No, of course not; but there is to be a musical party at Madame de la Thomassinière’s this evening, and I promised to be there.”
“You can sing when you get up to-morrow, if you like music so much; but to-day, monsieur, you stay with me; we will go into the country to dinner, and to-night you will take me to the theatre; you’ve been promising me this for a long while.”
It was impossible to resist Mademoiselle Virginie, and Auguste yielded with a good grace.
“We will take a cab,” he said, “and go wherever you choose in the country.”
“Why not take your cabriolet? why go in a cab with wretched nags, when you have a lovely horse that goes like the wind?”
Auguste, who chose to remain incognito with Virginie, preferred a cab, in which he would not be seen. There was a stand nearby; he helped his companion in, saying:
“Where shall we go?”
“Where you please.”
“It makes no difference to me.”
“Nor to me.”