I have the ill-luck to be that very person." "Then I am doubly glad to meet you.

While in Paris I heard your praises sung not infrequently." The poet held up a protesting hand.

"You overwhelm me, Monsieur.

If I write an occasional ballade, it is for the mere pleasure of writing, and not because I seek notoriety such as Voiture enjoyed when in favor." "I like that ballade of yours on 'Henri at Cahors.' It has the true martial ring to it that captivates the soldier." "Thanks, Monsieur; from a man like you such praise is poisonously sweet.

Can you direct me to the Hotel de Perigny?
I must see the Chevalier to-night." "I will myself show you the way," said Du Puys, standing.