—It doesn't matter, to you I give myself for nothing.
Marcel was bewildered and hurriedly gave her the ten francs.
—How kind you are; I should like all the same to do something for you.
—You wish to please me? Well, remain good.
—Only that! And till when?
—Until I give you permission not to be so any longer.
—I will certainly.
She took a few steps towards the door, opened it, then turning back suddenly, she advanced her bust, as though she were making a bow to the crowd, and placing the tips of her fingers on her lips, she wafted a gracious kiss to the priest.
—There is pleasant and easy love-making, said Marcel to himself. Why did I not know it sooner?
He ran to the door.