"What is this I hear? Fresh mushrooms in the market!"
"Eh, madame?"
"Fresh mushrooms in the market, and you have not brought me any!"
"Madame, there are fresh mushrooms everywhere in the market," waving his hand to show their universality.
"Everybody is eating them—"
"Old Pomponnette," Jules continued, "only this morning offered me a plate, piled up high, for ten cents."
"Idiot! Why did you not buy them?"
"If madame had said so; but madame did not say so. Madame said, 'Soup, Jules; carrots, rice,'" counting on his fingers.
"And the gumbo?"
"I have explained that that was an accident. Madame said 'Soup,'" enumerating his menu again; "madame never once said mushrooms."