“You were wrong to believe it.”
She blushed and gave me the six francs. Rose and Manon shaved me and did my hair, giving me a kiss with the best grace imaginable; and when I offered my cheek to the cousin she kissed me on the mouth in a manner that told me she would be wholly mine on the first opportunity.
“Shall we have the pleasure of waiting on you at the table?” said Rose.
“I wish you would.”
“But we should like to know who is coming to dinner first; as if it is officers from the garrison we dare not come; they make so free.”
“My guests are Madame Morin, her husband, and her niece.”
“Very good.”
The cousin said, “Mdlle. Roman is the prettiest and the best girl in Grenoble; but she will find some difficulty in marrying as she has no money.”
“She may meet some rich man who will think her goodness and her beauty worth a million of money.”
“There are not many men of that kind.”