LADY AMARANTHE.
Justine, did you send the butler over to request civilly that he would not disturb me in the morning?
JUSTINE.
Oui, miladi, dat is, I have send John; de butler he was went out.
LADY AMARANTHE.
And his answer was, that he would sing in spite of me, and louder than ever?
JUSTINE.
Oui, miladi, le monstre! il dit comme çà, dat he will sing more louder den ever.
LADY AMARANTHE—(sinking again into her chair.)