I told her that I left it all to her, and that she could do what she liked with the linen.
“Then it will all come under my hands if you are in no hurry to go.”
“You can make me stay as long as you like,” said I; but she seemed not to hear this declaration.
“Everything is quite right,” I continued, “except the chocolate; I like it well frothed.”
“Then I will make it for you myself.”
“Then I will give out a double quantity, and we will take it together.”
“I don’t like chocolate.”
“I am sorry to hear that; but you like foie gras?”
“Yes, I do; and from what father tells me I am going to take some with you to-day.”
“I shall be delighted.”