“Yes, Pierre. How does the coffee suit you this morning? It is some new coffee.”
“It is very nice; very rich and odorous, sister Mary.”
“I am glad you find it so, Pierre.”
“Why don’t you call me brother Pierre?”
“Have I not called you so? Well, then, brother Pierre,—is that better?”
“Why do you look so indifferently and icily upon me, sister Mary?”
“Do I look indifferently and icily? Then I will endeavor to look otherwise. Give me the toast there, Pierre.”
“You are very deeply offended at me, my dear mother.”
“Not in the slightest degree, Pierre. Have you seen Lucy lately?”
“I have not, my mother.”