"Bah! I can do it—one can do anything; and, besides, it will not last forever."
"Here is your shawl, neighbor. I shall not be so indiscreet as to bring my lips too close to this charming neck."
"Oh, neighbor! take care, you prick me."
"Come, the pin is crooked."
"Well, take another—there, on the pincushion. Oh, I forget! Will you do me a favor, neighbor?"
"Command, neighbor."
"Make me a good pen, very coarse, so that I can, on my return, write to poor Germain that his commissions are executed. He shall have my letter to-morrow morning early."
"And where are your pens?"
"There, on the table; the knife is in the drawer. Stop, I am going to light my candle, for it grows quite dark."
"I shall want it to mend the pen."