A young man, a very pretty fellow and extremely fashionable, pushed it open, and, having taken a couple of steps into the dressing-room, inquired politely whether he might come in.
"Oh, it's you!" said Nanteuil.

And she stretched out her hand, which he kissed with pleasure, ceremony and fatuity.
"How are you, Doctor Socrates ?" he inquired, without wasting any particular courtesies on Madame Doulce.
Trublet was often accosted in this manner, because of his snub-nose and his subtle speech.

Pointing to Nanteuil, he said: "Monsieur de Ligny, you see before you a young lady who is not quite sure whether she has a stomach.

It is a serious question.

We advise her to refer, for the answer, to the little girl who ate too much jam.