Have you not established your general headquarters at La Fauconnerie ?" "How did you know that ?" "By the singular visiting-card that you drew in La Mode.

Do I not know your coat-of-arms?
An expressive one, as my aunt would say." At these words, which probably referred to some letters, doubtless read without very much anger, since they were thus recalled, Gerfaut took courage.
"Yes," said he, "I am staying at La Fauconnerie; but I can not stay there any longer, for I think your servants make the tavern their pleasure-ground.

I must come to some decision.

I have two propositions to submit to you: the first is, that you will allow me to see you occasionally; there are numerous promenades about here; you go out alone, so it would be very easy." "Let us hear the second," said Clemence, with a shrug of the shoulders.
"If you will not grant my first, I beg of you to persuade your aunt that she is ill and to take her with you to Plombieres or Baden.

The season is not very far advanced; there, at least, I should be able to see you." "Let us end this folly," said the Baroness; "I have listened patiently to you; now, in your turn, listen to me.