"The man must be blind then."
"What man?"
"Why, your abbé! Good heavens, what stupid answers he makes."
"But, grandmamma—"
"No! you will never make me believe that a man could watch Bijou at work amongst the flowers, and not consider her 'interesting to look at!'—no, never!"
"A man, yes; but then the abbé is not exactly a man."
"Ah! what is he then, if you please?"
"Well, a priest is not—"
"Not exactly like other men in certain respects! no, at least I hope not; but priests have eyes, I suppose, and you will grant that, if they have not eyes like those of other men, they have eyes such as a woman has, at any rate. Will you allow your abbé to have eyes like a woman?"
"Why, yes, grandmamma, I will allow him to have any kind of eyes he likes."