"Yes; serpent that you are."
"In short, the most austere prudery prevails over the dwelling. I had chosen it for the education of the son; but monseigneur, who looks at things differently, chose it for the daughter."
"Ah, ca! Dubois," said the regent, "you weary me."
"I am just at the end, monseigneur. No doubt your daughter was well pleased with the residence; for, like all of your blood, she is very intelligent."
The regent shuddered, and guessed that some disagreeable news was hidden under the long preamble and mocking smile of Dubois.
"However, monseigneur, see what the spirit of contradiction will do; she was not content with the dwelling you chose for her, and she is moving."
"What do you mean?"
"I am wrong—she has moved."
"My daughter gone!" cried the regent.
"Exactly," said Dubois.