“Oh! my dear love! oh! my dear mamma—that house——”
“Do you know it?”
“Do I know it! It belonged to my father, and I passed a great part of my youth there.”
“Is it possible?”
“Misfortune compelled us to sell it, but I have always regretted it.”
“Why, my dear, you never mentioned it to us.”
“I didn’t know that it was for sale now.”
“It is settled, my dear, let us not look any farther; we have found what we want, the house where you passed a large part of your childhood! Dear Edouard! Oh! how we shall enjoy living there!—You agree, mamma, do you not?”
“Why, my child, if the house is not too dear——”
“Oh! it can’t be too dear; it is Edouard’s house; we shall be so happy there!”