This omission made Mascarin so angry that he forgot all his good manners, and broke out with an oath that would have shamed a London cabman,-- "How could you be such an infernal fool?
We have been hunting for this woman for five months.

You knew this as well as I did, and yet, when chance brings her to you, you let her slip through your fingers and vanish again." "She'll be back again, sir; never fear.

She won't fling away the money that she had paid for fees." "And what do you think that she cares for ten sous or ten francs?
She'll be back when she thinks she will; but a woman who drinks and is off her head nearly all the year round----" Inspired by a sudden thought, Beaumarchef made a clutch at his hat.
"She has only just gone," said he; "I can easily overtake her." But Mascarin arrested his progress.
"You are not a good bloodhound.

Take Toto Chupin with you; he is outside with his chestnuts, and is as fly as they make them.

If you catch her up, don't say a word, but follow her up, and see where she goes.