After a pause, he gallantly corrected himself.
"That is to say, I did find it tiresome. For now, you see, it is different."
Then, with a stupid and moving smile:
"Célestine?"
"Monsieur."
"Will you get me my slippers? I ask your pardon."
"But, Monsieur, it is my business."
"Yes, to be sure; they are under the stairs, in a little dark closet, at the left."
I believe that I shall get all that I want of this type. He is not shrewd; he surrenders at the start. Ah! one could lead him far.