“The idea of skipping scenes like that! of running away! I don’t understand that anyone is pursuing you, like Monsieur de Pourceaugnac. Ha! ha! ha! how I have made people laugh playing that devilish Pourceaugnac! It is a terribly hard part; many people have acted it, but the man whom I rank above all others in it is Baptiste Cadet. Ah! such admirable fooling, monsieur! For Pourceaugnac is not stupid, he’s a fool, but a well-bred fool; he shouldn’t be made an idiot with no manners. Baptiste Cadet grasped perfectly all those delicate shades of character, and----” “But, monsieur, if mademoiselle your niece is waiting for us----” “Yes, you are right, she is waiting for us. I warn you that she is terribly angry with you. That’s why she wants you to come to breakfast with us. She said that you were a horrid man. Ha! ha!” I followed Monsieur Roquencourt. So Caroline proposed to scold me because I had intended to go away; had she a right to do it? To my mind, she had not. Mademoiselle Derbin was sitting down and drinking tea; she honored me with a slight nod; I saw plainly enough that she was angry, but that she did not mean to appear so. Monsieur Roquencourt took my hand and presented me to his niece with a comical expression on his face. “‘Bourguignon, here is Lisette; Lisette, here is Bourguignon.’” “What does all this mean, uncle?” said Caroline testily. “What are you talking about, with your Bourguignons and your Lisettes?” “What! what does that mean? Do you mean to say that you never saw _Les Jeux de l’Amour et du Hasard_?” “Did you bring monsieur here to act? I thought that it was to breakfast with us.--Pray sit down, monsieur; my uncle is unendurable with his theatricals!” “In other words, you are cross this morning; that’s the real fact.” “I, cross? Upon my word! why should I be cross? What reason have I for being cross?” “I tell you that you are. However, I warned Monsieur Dalbreuse; I said to him: ‘My niece is mortally offended with you!’” “Really, uncle, I don’t know what is the matter with you to-day. Did I tell you to say anything like that? Why should I be offended with monsieur? Because he intended to go away last night without even bidding us adieu? But after all, is not monsieur his own master? We are nothing more than mere acquaintances of his; people with whom he is content to amuse himself when it does not put him out, but of whom he ceases to think as soon as he has left them.” “Oh! I trust you don’t think that, mademoiselle.” “Yes, monsieur, I do think it; in fact I am convinced of it; if you had looked upon us in any other light, if you had had ever so little regard for us, you would not have wanted to leave us thus, and we should not be indebted solely to the drunkenness of your servant for the pleasure of seeing you again to-day.” “Mademoiselle, an unexpected circumstance sometimes forces us to part from those persons who are most attractive to us.”