"Mais, fo' w'y you di' n' wan' to sesso?"
M. Grandissime smiled argumentatively.
"I have said so a hundred times, in every way but in words."
She lifted her head proudly, and bowed like a queen.
"Mais, you see 'Sieur Grandissime, you bin meg one mizteg."
"Bud 'tis corrected in time," exclaimed he, with suppressed but eager joyousness.
"'Sieur Grandissime," she said, with a tremendous solemnity, "I'm verrie sawrie; mais--you spogue too lade."
"No, no!" he cried, "the correction comes in time. Say that, lady; say that!"
His ardent gaze beat hers once more down; but she shook her head. He ignored the motion.
"And you will correct your answer; ah! say that, too!" he insisted, covering the captive hand with both his own, and leaning forward from his seat.