“Kindly come into my lodge, and amuse yourself with my niece. I will soon be with you.”
I went in, and found a neatly-dressed and charming girl.
“Mademoiselle,” said I, “your uncle has told me to come and amuse myself with you.”
“He is a rascal, for he consulted neither of us.”
“Yes, but he knew well enough that there could be no doubt about my opinion after I had seen you.”
“You are very flattering, sir, but I know the value of compliments.”
“Yes, I suppose that you often get them, and you well deserve them all.”
The conversation, as well as the pretty eyes of the niece, began to interest me, but fortunately the uncle put an end to it by begging me to follow him. He took me to the maid’s room, and I found her putting on a petticoat, and grumbling the while.
“What is the matter, my pretty maid? You don’t seem to be in a good humour.”
“You would have done better to come at noon; it is not nine o’clock yet, and madame did not come home till three o’clock this morning. I am just going to wake her, and I am sorry for her.”