"Oh, yes!" said Georgette; "you will certainly see him again."
When Monsieur de Mardeille had gone, Colinet said, with a sigh:
"He's luckier than I am, that man is; for he stays with you, and I am going to leave you again!"
"No, Colinet, he isn't luckier than you, for I love you, and I shall never have either love or friendship for that man."
"Ah! if that's so, you're right, I am luckier than he is! His breakfast was mighty good! But, for all that, I'd rather have nothing but potatoes, with nobody but you!"
"So would I, my friend."
"Then you ought not to have invited him!"
"Are you going to begin your questions again, Colinet?"
"Oh! no, no! forgive me; I'm done."
"Then kiss me and go; and kiss my father and mother and sisters for me."