And this monosyllable indicated as much anger as the young man might have expected gratitude. He shook his head quietly.
"Listen, Montalais," said he, without heeding whether that familiarity pleased his mistress or not; "let us not dispute about it."
"And why not?"
"Because, during the year which I have known you, you might have had me turned out-of-doors twenty times if I did not please you."
"Indeed; and on what account should I have had you turned out?"
"Because I had been sufficiently impertinent for that."
"Oh, that! — yes, that's true."
"You see plainly that you are forced to avow it," said Malicorne.
"Monsieur Malicorne!"
"Don't let us be angry; if you have retained me, then it has not been without cause."
"It is not, at least, because I love you," cried Montalais.
"Granted. I will even say that, at this moment, I am certain that you execrate me."
"Oh, you have never spoken so truly."
"Well, on my part, I detest you."
"Ah, I take the act."
"Take it. You find me brutal and foolish; on my part, I find you with a harsh voice and your face distorted with anger. At this moment you would allow yourself to be thrown out of that window rather than allow me to kiss the tip of your finger; I would precipitate myself from the top of the balcony rather than touch the hem of your robe. But in five minutes you will love me, and I shall adore you. Oh, it is just so."
"I doubt it."
"And I swear it."
"Coxcomb!"
"And then, that is not the true reason. You stand in need of me, sure, and I of you. When it pleases you to be gay, I make you laugh; when it suits me to be loving, I look at you. I have given you a commission of lady of honor which you wished for; you will give me, presently, something I wish for."
"I will?"
"Yes, you will; but at this moment, my dear Aure, I declare to you that I wish for absolutely nothing; so be at ease."
