“What’s that you’re whispering?” Miss Ingate archly demanded.
“Nothing. I was only asking him to come and help me to open my big trunk. I want something out of it. Au revoir, you two.”
“What do you think of it all, Madame Piriac?” Miss Ingate inquired when the pair were alone.
“‘All the sensations there are!’ ‘Everything!’” Madame Piriac repeated Audrey’s phrases. “One is forced to conclude that she has an appetite for life.”
“Yes,” said Miss Ingate, “she wants the lion’s share of it, that’s what she wants. No mistake. But of course she’s young.”
“I was never young like that.”
“Neither was I! Neither was I!” Miss Ingate asseverated. “But something vehy, vehy strange has come over the world, if you ask me.”