When she had looked a long time, one of the others said,
“You are certainly very curious, my dear, one would think you had never seen lace before.”
At this she blushed.
When the supper was done, the three ugly ladies each went apart to undress, while I took away the dishes, and my heroine began to write. I confess that I was almost infatuated enough to think that she was writing to me; however, I had too high an opinion of her to entertain the idea.
As soon as I had taken away the dishes, I stood by the door in the respectful manner becoming the occasion.
“What are you waiting for?” she said.
“For your orders, madam.”
“Thank you, I don’t want anything.”
“Your boots, madam, you will like them removed before you retire.”
“True, but still I don’t like to give you so much trouble.”