"What does grow in the garden—ducks?"
"There's a little honeysuckle, and ivy, and grass—oh! it's well kept up."
"If it satisfies all of you, that's the main point.—Are you going to the country on such a cold day as this?"
"Aunt always expects us Saturday, to stay till Monday."
"Ah, yes! it is Saturday, isn't it?—just as it was when I met you waiting for an omnibus at Porte Saint-Martin."
"But, since then—Aristoloche, if you move again, I'll box your ears!—since then, it seems to me, Monsieur Cherami, that things have improved a little with you—judging by your dress?"
"Yes, my dear Madame Capucine; I have collected a little money that was owing me.—Mon Dieu! that reminds me; twenty times I have had it in my mind to look you up and settle that little balance I still owe your husband; but something else has always put it out of my head; it's a mere trifle, to be sure, but I propose to settle it very soon."
"Very good! but if you want to see Capucine, there's a very simple way to do it—that is, unless you are engaged for the day."
"The day? I can do what I choose with it, I am as free as air."
"Then come with us to Passy, to my aunt's; she expects us to breakfast, in fact; we're a little late, and—Narcisse, will you please not pull the feathers of your beautiful Henri IV hat like that; you'll spoil them!"