He saw a donkey-boy who had murdered a little girl.

I dreamt of the story last night, only in my dream I could not make out whether the donkey-boy was a man or a woman.

What a mix-up the dream was! Talking of Dr.Socrates, just guess whose lover he is--why, the lady who keeps the circulating library in the Rue Mazarine.

She is no longer very young, but she is very intelligent.

Do you think he is faithful to her?
I'll take off my stockings, it's more becoming." And she went on to tell him a story of the theatre: "I really don't think I shall remain at the Odeon much longer." "Why ?" "You'll see.