Friquet appeared, and swore between his teeth at having to escort the blonde lady; he spent an interminable time looking for his hat and exclaiming in the lady's ears that it was a nuisance to go out so late and go home with everybody. His uncle pulled his ears, and I joined Raymond, who was exhaling his vexation at the dressing room window. "Aren't you going to sing, neighbor?" "Is it possible to do anything here, I should like to know? Did you ever see such confusion? such disorder? I don't know where I am! I've told Vauvert a hundred times to draw up a programme and paste it on a mirror; then everything would go off in an orderly way. But, no; he won't listen to anything! he amuses himself pinching and squeezing such little girls as he can find in the corners, instead of attending to his concert." "It is certainly true that it might be managed better." "The idea of giving us a concerto for the 'cello that there's no end to; just to grate on our ears! And then, I don't care what you may say, a woman who plays the 'cello is always absurd! It reminds me of a man darning stockings; and madame la baronne would do much better to stay at home and darn hers than execute _staccatos_ and _arpeggios_." "What do you say? a baroness darn stockings?" "Oh! nonsense! a pretty baron he makes! I saw him the other day on Boulevard du Temple, buying apples at a sou a bag; and he was haggling too! He bought sausage by the yard for his dinner; and someone who's been at his house told me that they gave him gooseberries for refreshment! But this Vauvert's a star! he tries to make us believe that he entertains princes, ambassadors perhaps! whereas his house is a veritable Noah's Ark." "By the way, you seem to know Madame de Marsan?" "Madame de Marsan? yes, to be sure; I go to her parties. She's a fine woman, rather a flirt, as you must have seen; but she has wit and good breeding and style; she's a woman who calls herself twenty-eight, and is really thirty-two. She is known to have had several passions; but as she doesn't advertise them and is always regardful of decorum, there's nothing to say: morals before everything. The husband is a good sort of fellow, very sharp, they say, when his own interests are concerned. He's in business; but he's not one of those poor devils who run about for a fortnight to discount a note which will be worth a commission of seven or eight francs to them; or one of those who offer you with an air of mystery houses that are advertised in the _Petits-Affiches_. This fellow knows what he's about, and makes a lot of money. He has a fine country house, beyond Saint-Denis, in which madame has had a pretty little theatre arranged; in fact, I am to act there very soon. She's a valuable acquaintance; for there's lots of fun at her house. I myself have been there twice, and I know that they think a great deal of me. If you choose, my dear fellow, I'll take you there; if introduced by me, you will be warmly welcomed."