“You will confess that they are not bad tastes.”
“You are right, for, good Englishman as I am, I get on very well in Paris.”
He burst out laughing when I told him how I had dispatched a score of wenches at the “Staven Tavern,” and that my disappointment was due to him.
“I did not tell you what names to send for, and I was wrong.”
“Yes, you ought to have told me.”
“But even if I did they wouldn’t have come, for they are not at the orders of the procurers. If you will promise to pay them as I do, I will give you some tickets which will make them come.”
“Can I have them here?”
“Just as you like.”
“That will be most convenient for me. Write out the tickets and let them know French if you can.”
“That’s the difficulty; the prettiest only speak English.”