"Yes. Will you go to Pellerin's? do you know which is Pellerin's?"
"The book shop."
"Yes. Ask him for a novel of Dumas' for me. It is called 'Le Bâtard de Mauléon.' What are you looking at me for in that bewildered way?"
"Because I have never seen you reading novels, and—"
"You will not see me reading this one either; it is for the curé, I have promised it him. He adores Dumas, and he does not know 'Le Bâtard de Mauléon.' You will remember the title?"
"Yes, aunt."
"You are sure? You would not like me to write it for you?"
"'Tisn't worth while."
"No danger."