"Oh, how beautiful,—how very beautiful, M. Rodolph! It makes one quite long to be there."
"Three or four fine cows are grazing in the meadow, which is only separated from the garden by a hedge of honeysuckle—"
"And from my windows I can see the cows?"
"Perfectly."
"And one among them ought to be my favourite, you know, M. Rodolph; and I ought to put a little bell round its neck, and use it to feed out of my hands!"
"Of course she would come when you called her. Let me see, what name shall we give her? Suppose we say, Musette. Do you like that? She shall be very young and gentle, and entirely white."
"Oh, what a pretty name! Musette! Ah, Musette, Musette, I shall be always feeding you and patting you to make you know me."
"Now we will finish the inside of your apartment, Fleur-de-Marie. The curtains and furniture are green, like the blinds; and outside the window grow an enormous rose-tree and honeysuckle, which entirely cover this side of the farm, and so surround your casements that you have only to stretch out your hand to gather a large bunch of roses and honeysuckle wet with the early morning dew."
"Ah, M. Rodolph, what a good painter you are!"
"Now this is the way you will pass your day—"