“Urania’s a bore.... Tell me, what do you advise me to do? Shall I marry her?”
Cornélie gave a peal of laughter:
“You both of you keep asking my advice!”
“Yes, yes, what do you think?”
“Marry her by all means!”
He did not observe her contempt.
“Exchange your escutcheon for her purse,” she continued and laughed and laughed.
He now perceived it:
“You despise me, perhaps both of us.”
“Oh, no!”