Chap.

 1        3|        sorts, my dear?” asked Mme Chantereau, the wife of an ironmaster,
 2        3| understand.”~“But why?” asked Mme Chantereau.~“Good gracious, how am
 3        3|        the Carmelite Convent. Mme Chantereau, a distant cousin of the
 4        3|       ladies of mature age as Mme Chantereau and Mme du Joncquoy, besides
 5        3|         du Joncquoy demurred; Mme Chantereau knew for certain that a
 6        3|        them save Weber, while Mme Chantereau stood up for the Italians.
 7        3|         de Vandeuvres,” asked Mme Chantereau, raising her voice, “that
 8        3|       speak of your Germans,” Mme Chantereau was saying. “Song is gaiety;
 9        3|           Catherine for ices. Mme Chantereau, however, was all for Latinville.
10        3|           were laughing round Mme Chantereau, who had just repeated an
11       12|    through the dining saloon. Mme Chantereau was gazing with a stupefied
12       12|          I declare,” murmured Mme Chantereau, “just fancy if the countess
13       12|       once master,” continued Mme Chantereau, “and that not a single
14       12|        here he is,” whispered Mme Chantereau.~Daguenet, who had caught
15       12|           face.~“Never mind,” Mme Chantereau concluded. “Estelle could
16       12|         Joncquoy whispered in Mme Chantereau’s ear as she sat near the
17       12|           himself,” continued Mme Chantereau. “My husband has had a bill
18       12|         that.”~“Oh, Estelle!” Mme Chantereau murmured disdainfully. “
19       12|         code of manners, said Mme Chantereau. In old times these solemnities