“Nonsense! say Eugénie, monsieur; you have that privilege now; you give him leave, do you not, my daughter?”
“Dear Eugénie! oh! how kind you are, madame! But I will go at once to see my mother; I propose that she shall come herself to-morrow.”
“Oh, dear me! give her a little time.”
“No, madame, we must move quickly in order to be happy. You have given your consent, may I not be in haste to call you my mother, too?”
“To call her your wife, you mean, you rascal!”
“Well, yes, I am crazy to call her my wife! Dear Eugénie! I am so happy! I will hurry to my mother’s.”
“So soon! Why, he is mad, on my word!”
“You will come again this evening, Henri?”
“Can you ask me such a question?”