She assumed a pouting expression, and I hastened to hum a tune, saying:
"This is only a little free."
"Go on, then; I'll let it pass. Vadé, Gallet, Favart. Clever things are never indecent, because if they were they would not be clever."
"I am trying to remember the tune."
"Mon Dieu! how insufferable they are with their tunes! Here, how is this: Tra la la la—tra la la; you can sing any song to that."
"You are right; it's from the Famille de l'Apothicaire."
"I don't know what family it's from, but if it's all right—— Begin, monsieur."
"Here I go! I am going to sing Le Vent. Have I your permission?"
"Le Vent it is!"
"I beg you to believe that it is not the Vent which is the key to the riddle in Le Mercure Galant."