"That carriage is yours. It is waiting for you."
"Waiting for me!" exclaimed Rose-Pompon; "am I to decide as short as that?"
"Or not at all."
"To-day?"
"On the instant."
"But where will they take me?"
"How should I know?"
"You do not know where they will take me?"
"Not I,"—and Dumoulin still spoke the truth—"the coachman has his orders."
"Do you know all this is very funny, Ninny Moulin?"