But Chamoureau was delighted; he was sure that he had found what he wanted, and he pressed the arm that lay in his as he rejoined:
"What you tell me gives me great pleasure. I believe you; there is an accent of truth in your words."
"Besides, you can ask my employers if they are not satisfied with me."
"Your employers?"
"To be sure—the people I work for."
"Ah! you work—in a shop?"
"Yes, monsieur; oh! I don't set up for a princess myself! I told you that I had no desire to deceive anyone."
"That is very nice of you, and I can only praise your frankness. Might I inquire what branch of trade you are in?"
"I work for a shoemaker, monsieur; I sew ladies' shoes."
Chamoureau was not so well pleased with this admission; he would have preferred a milliner or a flower-maker; however, he said to himself: