“ Oui, oui, c’est ça, c’est magnifique! Ah, I know you will win them, and bring them to me when you have done so. Dis donc ⁠—you will end by making me love you. Since you are what you are, I mean to love you all the time, and never to be unfaithful to you. You see, I have not loved you before parce que je croyais que tu n’es qu’un utchitel (quelque chose comme un lacquais, n’est-ce pas?) Yet all the time I have been true to you, parce que je suis bonne fille .”

“You lie!” I interrupted. “Did I not see you, the other day, with Albert⁠—with that black-jowled officer?”

“Oh, oh! Mais tu es⁠— ”