To be sure, I'm not a Fromont, and I haven't a carriage." "Come, come, little one, you know perfectly well that you can use Madame Chorche's coupe.

She always says it is at our disposal." "How many times must I tell you that I don't choose to be under any obligation to that woman ?" "O Sidonie" "Oh! yes, I know, it's all understood.

Madame Fromont is the good Lord himself.

Every one is forbidden to touch her.

And I must make up my mind to be a nobody in my own house, to allow myself to be humiliated, trampled under foot." "Come, come, little one--" Poor Risler tries to interpose, to say a word in favor of his dear Madame "Chorche." But he has no tact.