"You've taken my handkerchief.

Well then, give it back!" "He's dreeing us with that handkerchief of his!" she cried.

"Why, you ass, why should I have taken it from you ?" "Why should you ?" he said suspiciously.

"Why, that you may send it to my people and compromise me." In the meantime Foucarmont was diligently attacking the liqueurs.

He continued to gaze sneeringly at Labordette, who was drinking his coffee in the midst of the ladies.