"And, besides, I can't see to tie my bonnet."
Rigolette took a match, and lit an end of candle, which was in a very shining candlestick.
"Dear me! wax candle, neighbor—what luxury!"
"The little I burn costs me a trifle more than a tallow candle, but it is so much neater."
"Not much dearer?"
"Oh, no. I buy these ends of candles by the pound, and a half-pound serves me a month."
"But," said Rudolph, mending the pen carefully, while the grisette tied her bonnet before the glass, "I see no preparations for your dinner."
"I haven't a shadow of hunger. I took a cup of milk this morning; I will take another to-night, with a little bread! I shall have enough."
"Will you not come and eat dinner with me when we come away from
Germain's?"
"I thank you, neighbor; I have my heart too full; another time with pleasure. What do you say to the evening of the day that poor Germain comes out of prison? I invite myself, and afterward we will go to the play. Is it agreed?"