“Ain’t you going to overtake your carriage?”
“I couldn’t make up my mind to leave you.”
“Oh! you’re wasting your time, monsieur, and I promise you you’d do better to go after your carriage.”
“But I much prefer to walk by your side, although you treat me so harshly; however, I have an idea that you’re not so unkind as you choose to appear.”
“Well, you’re mistaken; I ain’t kind at all; ask all the young fellows in Montfermeil how I treat them when they try to fool. Oh! Denise Fourcy is well known hereabout, I tell you.”
“Denise Fourcy? Good, now I know your name.”
“Well, what then? How does that put you ahead any?”
“It will help me to find out about you easily, and to find you again when I choose.”
“Pardi! I ain’t lost, and anyone can easily find me.”
“Do you mean to say, Denise, that at your age, pretty as you are, you haven’t a lover?”