"The other day I had a small lump on my shoulder, and he told me wings were beginning to sprout."
"You must be immensely amused, my dear."
"Yes, indeed! Piccini did not accustom me to such treatment as that."
"And Merle?"
"Still less so.... By the way, you know Merle and I have married?"
"Really?"
"Yes; it was a means of getting separated from one another."
"But he ought to be the happiest man on earth?"
"You think so! He has his café au lait in the morning, and his slippers by his bedside at night.... Do you wish to say good-day to him?"
"Thanks, no! I have come for you."