“Certainly,” said I, “the two sisters are delightful.”
“Their cousin is better. They are too discreet.”
“I suppose they are well off.”
“The father has two thousand francs a year. They will be able to marry well-to-do tradesmen.”
I was curious to see the cousin who was said to be prettier than the sisters, and as soon as the banker had gone I went downstairs to satisfy my curiosity. I met the father and asked him which was Le Duc’s room, and thereon I went to see my fine fellow. I found him sitting up in a comfortable bed with a rubicund face which did not look as if he were dangerously ill.
“What is the matter with you?
“Nothing, sir. I am having a fine time of it. Yesterday I thought I would be ill.”
“What made you think that?”
“The sight of the three Graces here, who are made of better stuff than your handsome housekeeper, who would not let me kiss her. They are making me wait too long for my broth, however. I shall have to speak severely about it.”
“Le Duc, you are a rascal.”