«Oh, well—I don’t exactly know! Look here, Mrs. Bagot, I’ll tell you the lowest and meanest thing I ever did....»
(Mrs. Bagot felt a little nervous.)
«I’d promised to take Jeannot on Palm-Sunday to St. Philippe du Roule, to hear l’abbé Bergamot. But Durien (that’s the sculptor, you know) asked me to go with him to St. Germain, where there was a fair, or something; and with Mathieu, who was a student in law; and a certain Victorine Letellier, who—who was Mathieu’s mistress, in fact. And I went on Sunday morning to tell Jeannot that I couldn’t take him.
«He cried so dreadfully that I thought I’d give up the others and take him to St. Philippe, as I’d promised. But then Durien and Mathieu and Victorine drove up and waited outside, and so I didn’t take him, and went with them, and I didn’t
