"Do you understand Latin?"
"No."
"Well, it means eggs—from the Latin ovum."
"What queer fellows you are, you architects!" cried Rogron. "It is stepping on egg-shells to deal with you."
"Shall we paint the corridor?" asked the builder.
"Good heavens, no!" cried Sylvie. "That would be five hundred francs more!"
"Oh, but the salon and the staircase are too pretty not to have the corridor decorated too," said the man. "That little Madame Lesourd had hers painted last year."
"And now, her husband, as king's attorney, is obliged to leave
Provins."
"Ah, he'll be chief justice some of these days," said the builder.
"How about Monsieur Tiphaine?"