"Is that your house, monsieur?"
I said it was.
"And you slept there last night?"
"I can build a much better one."
"What did you have for dinner?"
"Nothing."
"What did you have for breakfast?"
"Nothing."
Evidently the life I proposed to myself to offer her would not suit my lady!
She took a lacquered box from the cover of her wrappings, and moved down the slope a few steps.