No, no! that song isn't appropriate!—
'A bandage covers the eyes of the god that makes men love!'
That is nearer the truth.—
'Come, lady fair, I await thee, I await thee, I await thee!"
Georgette went on with her work, as if he were not there. When he was tired of singing, he went to the shirtmaker's side and said to her abruptly:
"What ought it to cost for a child's porridge?"
Georgette replied, with a smile:
"Seek and ye shall find."
"Ah! now you are quoting the Gospel at me! But Saint Peter was scoffing at us when he said that; for there's one thing that I have constantly sought and have never found. I won't tell you what it is, out of respect for your sex, but any man will guess my meaning. But I return to what I asked you just now. It seems to me that with two or three thousand francs one ought to be able to provide porridge in large quantities and for a long time!"