"You are enchanting in this costume, my little neighbor; I should have been terribly distressed if you had made your toilet.—Don't you agree with me, Monsieur Colinet? don't you think that Mademoiselle Georgette is very seductive in this charming négligé?"
Colinet was busy eating; however, he replied, shaking his head:
"I am used to seeing mamzelle like this! At home, we never dress up, except for the church festivals."
"Where is your home, Monsieur Colinet?"
The young man glanced at Georgette, who guessed that he had forgotten the name she had told him; so she replied for him:
"Belair, monsieur."
"Belair! I don't know of any town of that name in Normandie."
"It isn't a town; it's a village."
"Oh! if it's only a village, that makes a difference. Drink, Monsieur Colinet. Are you fond of wine?"
"Yes, monsieur; especially when it's as good as this."