"But—but it is monstrous! To live like a bohemian, she! It is unheard of, terrible. Is she out of her mind? Listen, ma chérie, if her plight upsets you so violently, she can make her home with us."
"Ah, papa!" cried Blanche in ecstasy. "It is the very thing I thought of, but I was afraid it was too much to ask you."
"Now, when did I ever refuse you anything?"
"But such an enormous favour!"
"Not at all, not at all. I shall adapt myself to the arrangement well enough."
"But, papa, it might get on your nerves in time."
"Not at all, not at all. There is my study for me to retire to—I shall not see more of her than I want to."
"You promise that?"
"I can swear it."
"Oh, it will be adorable! I only wonder if I am being selfish to let you do it."