"Well, if you were the friend of that woman who wears that very odd head-dress, you would maintain that it was in the best possible taste." "What woman are you speaking of?--Where is she?" "There by Voltaire's statue, beside Madame de Brévannes, who really seems quite ashamed of being seen in her society." "Is M. de Brévannes, then, in Paris?" "Certainly; but what makes you look so strangely when you ask the question, my dear Morville?" "Has he been here long?" "I think not. I saw him for the first time since his return at the Opera-ball. But what ails you, Morville? You seem quite preoccupied with Brévannes. Are you in love with his wife?--She is worth winning." "Her only fault is in having friends who wear such head-dresses?" "You who take so deep an interest in De Gercourt's success, my dear Morville, forget its most striking effects. His comedy had such an effect on the Prince de Hansfeld, that it has made him more imbecile than ever. He was conveyed to his carriage without consciousness. On his first going out, as they say; he has been lucky!" "How pleasant for Madame de Hansfeld!" "Oh! of her we may say as many ill-natured things as possible. Morville detests her, and his excuse of smelling of his cigar, which he gave for not going to his aunt and this handsome princess, was a pure invention. Oh! you are an original, Morville!" "And you say that M. de Brévannes has only been in Paris for a short time?" "What! still harping on De Brévannes? I'm off--D. I. O. Good night! Morville.--My cab is at the door." "Morville is decidedly cracked." "Yes, such fools do we become when we allow ourselves to be brutalised by the 'tender passion.'" "Lady Melford has made nice work with him." "Poor fellow! Ah! there is Gercourt, and he looks as if he wished to make his escape--to abscond from his triumph. What weakness!" "Let us call him. Gercourt! Gercourt!" "He will be overjoyed." "Bravo! my dear friend." "It is a decided hit." "Enormous success!" "You cannot imagine how delighted we are." "Ah! my friends." "We were just saying that for a man whose profession it was, it would have been decided success; but for a man of the world, it is a double merit." "Well, but I assure you what you told me now--these proofs of kind friendship are even more delightful to me than my success itself." "That is easily accounted for: your success is as much for your friends as yourself." "What can make Morville look so pensive? Isn't he satisfied with my play?" "Why, my dear fellow, you know how strange he is in all points. He seems as if he did not see you." "And I want to get out of the way, for every one seems staring at me, and I have no ambition to 'play the _lion's_ part.'--Adieu!" "Adieu, my dear fellow!--and, once and again--bravo!" "That is to say, that he is charmed with having Created such a sensation." "What ridiculous and insupportable vanity!" CHAPTER XIX THE "POSTE RESTANTE."