“What for you laugh?” said the woman angrily. “Am so I redeeculose in dese robe which do not fit me?”
“Eh? Oh, no. ’Pon honour I never noticed your dress. With a face like yours one does not see anything else.”
“Aha, I see,” said the woman, raising her eyebrows. “You flatter me, monsieur. I am extreme oblige. You tell me my face is handsome?”
“Yes; and no mistake.”
“You tell me somting else I do not know at all.”
“Eh? Oh, very well. I will when I think of it.”
“You tell me now. What for you laugh?”
“Eh, why did I laugh?” The woman screwed up her eyelids, and nodded her head a great deal.
“I remember now. It was at your thinking that Glyddyr would come back here.”
“He has sail away in his leettler sheep—in his yacht. Why will he not come back to-night, to-morrow, the next day?”