“I, on my knees! I, ask your pardon! Ah, that would be pretty! Ah, ah, I on my knees before you!” “On both knees, if you please.”
“Ah, ah, the idea is a pleasant one, on my word!”
“Come, come, this very instant,—here, on this spot.”
“Mademoiselle, you are crazy.”
“M. Luquin, in your own interest, do it now, I pray you.”
“Fiddlesticks!”
“Take care.”
“Ta, la, la, la, la,” said the captain, singing between his teeth, and keeping time by rising on his toes and falling back on his heels.
“Once, twice, will you get on your knees and ask my pardon for your stupid jealousy?”
“I would rather, you can understand, strangle myself with my own hands.”