“Dufilleul, old chap, friend Dufilleul. Don’t you know Dufilleul?”
“No.”
“Oh, yes you do—a bit of a stockjobber, great at ecarte, studied law in our year, and is always to be seen at the Opera with little Tigra of the Bouffes.”
“Poor girl!”
“You pity her?”
“It’s too awful.”
“What is?”
“To see an unhappy child married to a rake who—”
“She will not be the first.”
“A gambler!”