"Damn! damn! damn!" swore François, "Macarée, you make me see red."
"Ho, there," cried Macarée, "you gave me a kick, you——"
"I note with pleasure, Macarée," said François des Ygrées waggishly, recovering his good humor, "that you do not forget that I am your husband."
"Come, then, li'l nobs, let's go to Monaco."
"Yes, but you must have your confinement in France, for Monaco is an independent state."
"Agreed," said Macarée.
On the morrow the baron des Ygrées and the baroness, all swollen by mosquito bites, took tickets at the station for Monaco. In the coach they laid charming plans.
[VI. GAMBRINUS]
The baron and the baroness des Ygrées in taking tickets for Monaco had thought to arrive at the station which is the fifth on the way from Italy to France and the second in the little principality of Monaco.