"You are kind! M. Baret," said she to her husband, who was standing close by, "this gentleman promises to be our first customer."
"The gentleman is very good," said the husband, "and I am sure he will be satisfied, as my stockings are genuine silk."
Next Tuesday at day-break I began to dance attendance at the corner of the Rue des Prouveres, and waited there till the servant came out to take down the shutters. I went in and the girl asked me my business.
"I want to buy some stockings," was my answer.
"Master and mistress are still in bed, so you had better come later on."
"No, I will wait here. Stop a minute," said I, giving her six francs, "go and get me some coffee; I will drink it in the shop."
"I might go and get you some coffee, but I am not so silly as to leave you in the shop by yourself."
"You are afraid I might steal something!"
"Well, one does hear of such things being done, and I don't know you from
Adam."
"Very good; but I shall stay here all the same."