“Yes, very serious.”
“I’m not surprised; she is a very pretty girl.”
“Isn’t she lovely?”
“Better than that, my friend; she is good. What do you know about her?”
“Only that she is a bad dancer.”
“That’s something, to be sure.”
“But it isn’t all.”
“Well, no. But never mind, find out the rest, speak to her, declare your passion, ask for her hand, and marry her.”
“Good heavens, Sylvestre, you are going ahead!”
“My dear fellow, that is the best and wisest plan; these vague idyls ought to be hurried on, either to a painless separation or an honorable end in wedlock. In your place I should begin to-morrow.”