But I have mentioned the matter to no one." "To no one ?" "Except you." "Well ?" "Well, Madame Rapally--I hope I don't understand you; it's not possible; you would not humiliate me.

Come, come, it's a riddle, and I am too stupid to solve it.

I give it up.

Don't tantalise me any longer; tell me the name." The widow, somewhat abashed by this exhibition of delicacy on the part of Maitre Quennebert, blushed, cast down her eyes, and did not venture to speak.
As the silence lasted some time, it occurred to the notary that he had been perhaps too hasty in his supposition, and he began to cast round for the best means of retrieving his blunder.
"You do not speak," he said; "I see it was all a joke." "No," said the widow at last in a timid voice, "it was no joke; I was quite in earnest.

But the way you take things is not very encouraging." "What do you mean ?" "Pray, do you imagine that I can go on while you glare at me with that angry frown puckering your forehead, as if you had someone before you who had tried to insult you ?" A sweet smile chased the frown from the notary's brow.