Madame—The time. It has struck twelve, see. (She blushes crimson.)
Friday is over. (She holds out her hand for him to kiss.)
Monsieur—Are you sure the clock is not five minutes fast, love?
CHAPTER XIX
A LITTLE CHAT
MADAME F——- MADAME H———
(These ladies are seated at needlework as they talk.)
Madame F—For myself, you know, my dear, I fulfil my duties tolerably, still I am not what would be called a devotee. By no means. Pass me your scissors. Thanks.
Madame H—You are quite welcome, dear. What a time those little squares of lace must take. I am like yourself in respect of religion; in the first place, I think that nothing should be overdone. Have you ever- I have never spoken to any one on the subject, but I see your ideas are so in accordance with my own that—
Madame F—Come, speak out, dear; you trust me a little, I hope.
Madame H—Well, then, have you—tell me truly—ever had any doubts?