"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."