"Oh! we have five in the house now."
"That makes a difference; but I don't quite understand why you bought another."
Dumouton scratched his nose; I could not help thinking of Rosette's seven aunts, and that Dumouton could shelter them from the rain with his seven umbrellas.
"What do you suppose I would like to have at this moment?" I asked him, as he sadly shifted his umbrellas from his right arm to his left.
"A cane, perhaps? I have one with a crow's beak head that would please you."
"No, no! I never carry a cane. What I would like at this moment is a theatre ticket for this evening."
Dumouton's face fairly beamed.
"For what theatre?" he cried.
"Faith! that makes no difference; but I would like a whole box."
"I have what you want, I have it right in my pocket. See, a box at the Gymnase!"