"Yes; Jones is a beautiful name," she replied. "Have you decided to pick to-night, Mr. Jones?"
"I should like to."
"You wish me to leave that window open?"
"If you will."
"And what do you give me, if you please?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"What am I going to have of it all?"
"'All.' That is rather a big word for the little mushroom I shall take away; but if you would like some memento of the occasion, what shall it be? A bracelet?"
"A bracelet? Comment! Absurd! With my help, m'sieu, it will not be a little mushroom, point du tout. For me myself I demand fifty pounds."