He flatly refused.

Parbleu! Madame requires too much.

She rides, goes to the races in her carriage, and drives her husband at the same rate as her little phaeton on the quay at Asnieres.

Between you and me, I don't think that our good friend Risler is very happy.

That woman makes him believe black is white." The ex-actor concluded his harangue with a wink at the comique and the financier, and for a moment the three exchanged glances, conventional grimaces, 'ha-has!' and 'hum-hums!' and all the usual pantomime expressive of thoughts too deep for words.
Frantz was struck dumb.