“With pleasure, sir.”
“And I,” said Rose, laughing, “will shave you.”
“I should like to see how you do it; get the water.”
I rose hastily, while Manon was preparing to do my hair. Rose returned and shaved me admirably. As soon as she had washed off the lather, I said,
“You must give me a kiss,” presenting my cheek to her. She pretended not to understand.
“I shall be vexed,” said I, gravely but pleasantly, “if you refuse to kiss me.”
She begged to be excused, saying with a little smile, that it was not customary to do so at Grenoble.
“Well, if you won’t kiss me, you shan’t shave me.”
The father came in at that point, bringing his bill.
“Your daughter has just shaved me admirably,” said I, “and she refuses to kiss me, because it is not the custom at Grenoble.”