"It is quite a charity, grandmamma; and a charity not only to Mère Rafut, but to me."
"Have her then," answered the marchioness, "have your frightful old woman—let her come as much as you like!"
"Well, then, good-bye for the present."
"How are you going?—in the victoria?"
"No, in the trap; I shall be quicker if I take the trap—I can go there in twenty-five minutes.
"And you are going to drive?"
"And with the sun so hot? You'll have a stroke."
"Shall I drive you, Bijou?" proposed M. de Rueille. "I want to get some tobacco, and some powder, and two fishing-rods to replace those that Pierrot broke. I shall be glad to go to town."
"And I shall be delighted for you to drive me."