Domestic Peace by Honoré de Balzac

Why, my dear Martial, where have you dropped from? If you are ever sent with an embassy, I have small hopes of your success. Do not you see a triple rank of the most undaunted coquettes of Paris between her and the swarm of dancing men that buzz under the chandelier? and was it not only by the help of your eyeglass that you were able to discover her at all in the corner by that pillar.