"Ah, _mon Dieu_! Is a man old at forty-seven?
Monsieur Durand is in the prime of life, and there isn't a girl in the Quartier who would not be proud of his attentions!" "He's sixty, if an hour," said the injured Adele.

"And as for you, Caroline, who have never had a beau in your life...." "_Ciel_! what a calumny!--I--never had a ...

Holy Saint Genevieve! why, it was only last Thursday week...." Here the train stopped at the Asnieres station, and two privates of the Garde Imperiale got into the carriage.

The horizon cleared as if by magic.

The grisettes suddenly forgot their differences, and began to chat quite amicably.