"But how could I know there were mushrooms in the market? Do I go to market?"
"That is it!" and Jules smiled at the question thus settled.
"If you had told me there were mushrooms in the market—" pursued madame, persisting in treating Jules as a reasonable being.
"Why did not madame ask me? If madame had asked me, surely I would have told madame. Yesterday Caesar brought them to the door—a whole bucketful for twenty-five cents. I had to shut the door in his face to get rid of him," triumphantly.
"And you brought me yesterday those detestable peas!"
"Ah," shrugging his shoulders, "madame told me to buy what I saw. I saw peas. I bought them."
"Well, understand now, once for all: whenever you see mushrooms, no matter what I ordered, you buy them. Do you hear?"
"No, madame. Surely I cannot buy mushrooms unless madame orders them. Madame's disposition is too quick."
"But I do order them. Stupid! I do order them. I tell you to buy them every day."
"And if there are none in the market every day?"