"No jest," said Mr. Timm. "You are a strikingly handsome girl. In the first place, you have a charming figure----"
"Trop petite," said Marguerite.
"Not a bit," replied Mr. Timm; "secondly, you have prodigiously fine brown eyes, a charming hand, an enchanting little foot----"
"Mais, monsieur!"
"Well, what? It is true, and we can say what is true. I bet monsieur le docteur Stein is of my opinion. Do you love the doctor?"
"I him love?" said the little Frenchwoman, with much animation. "I him love? I him 'ate!"
"Come, come!" laughed Mr. Timm; "why should you? He is a fine-looking man."
"C'est un bel homme, mais c'est un fat."
"Un what?"
"He is one fool, oui, one fool, qui est monstrueusement amoureux de lui-même; mais avec toute sa fierté je me moque de lui, je me moque de sa fierté, oui, je m'en moque, moi."