"Yes, but my dear neighbour, you cannot refuse to let them repay you, now they are so differently situated."
"Why, no; I think if Morel were to offer them to me now, I should not refuse them; it will, at any rate, enable me to begin my store for buying the chimney ornaments I do so long to possess. You would scarcely believe how silly I am; but I almost dream of a beautiful clock, such a one as I showed you just now, and two lovely vases, one on each side."
"But, then, you should think a little of the future."
"What future?"
"Suppose you were to be ill, for instance."
"Me ill? Oh, the idea!" And the fresh, hearty laugh of Rigolette resounded through the street.
"Well, why should you not be?"
"Do I look like a person likely to be sick?"
"Certainly I never saw a more bright or blooming countenance."
"Well, then, what could possibly have put it into your head to talk such nonsense as to suppose I could ever be ill?"