"Why, I myself have taken the noblest ladies there, and precisely to hear that song of Legras, which is no worse than anything else." "Ah! you hear what Duthil says!" cried Silviane.

"He's a deputy, he is, and he wouldn't go there if he thought it would compromise his honorability!" Then, as Duvillard still struggled on in despair at the idea of exhibiting himself with her in such a scandalous place, she became all the merrier: "Well, my dear fellow, please yourself.

I don't need you.
You and Gerard can go home if you like.

But I'm going to Montmartre with Duthil.

You'll take charge of me, won't you, Duthil, eh ?" Still, the Baron was in no wise disposed to let the evening finish in that fashion.