“Never, madame.” The sisters joined hands with an expressive smile.
“Then, how unhappy you would be, and how much to be pitied, if ever you were separated.”
“Oh, madame! it is impossible,” said Blanche, smiling.
“How impossible?”
“Who would have the heart to separate us?”
“No doubt, my dear young ladies, it would be very cruel.”
“Oh, madame,” resumed Blanche, “even very wicked people would not think of separating us.”
“So much the better, my dear young ladies—pray, why?”
“Because it would cause us too much grief.”
“Because it would kill us.”