“Look here, Prudence; do you know what he wants?” said Marguerite.
“He wants you to forgive him.”
“Precisely.”
“And you do?”
“One has to; but he wants more than that.”
“What, then?”
“He wants to have supper with us.”
“And do you consent?”
“What do you think?”
“I think that you are two children who haven’t an atom of sense between you; but I also think that I am very hungry, and that the sooner you consent the sooner we shall have supper.”