“Saturday.”
“This is Tuesday—well, tomorrow evening we leave, and the day after we shall be at Tréport. Really, count, you have a delightful way of setting people at their ease.”
“Indeed, you give me more credit than I deserve; I only wish to do what will be agreeable to you, that is all.”
“When shall you send your invitations?”
“This very day.”
“Well, I will immediately call on M. Danglars, and tell him that my mother and myself must leave Paris tomorrow. I have not seen you, consequently I know nothing of your dinner.”
“How foolish you are! Have you forgotten that M. Debray has just seen you at my house?”
“Ah, true.”
“Fix it this way. I have seen you, and invited you without any ceremony, when you instantly answered that it would be impossible for you to accept, as you were going to Tréport.”
“Well, then, that is settled; but you will come and call on my mother before tomorrow?”
“Before tomorrow?—that will be a difficult matter to arrange, besides, I shall just be in the way of all the preparations for departure.”
“Well, you can do better. You were only a charming man before, but, if you accede to my proposal, you will be adorable.”
“What must I do to attain such sublimity?”