"M'sieur will marry!" cried Francine, who spilled half her soup with the shock.
"Perfectly. It is for that I have asked you to keep me company."
"M'sieur—you—M'sieur wants to marry me!"
"Parbleu!"
"M'sieur—M'sieur wants to marry me!"
"I ask you formally to be my wife."
"I?"
"M'sieur wants—wants me to be Comtesse de Bonzag?"
"Immediately."
"Oh!"