"What sort of a secret?"
"If I should tell you, it wouldn't be a secret any longer."
"So you think I am very leaky, do you?"
"My dear little Boulotte, when I know a secret, which may be the goose with the golden eggs to me, I should be a great fool if I gave it away. But let's drop the subject; that wasn't what I came here for. Boulotte, you must do me a favor."
"One, two, three! go on, don't hesitate; for I'm quite sure you don't want to borrow money of me."
"What do you take me for? You probably know some of the women who sell second-hand clothes and such things, don't you?"
"Yes, I know several of 'em; but they have pretty poor stuff. Do you want to buy me a shawl?"
"Nonsense! do you know one named Madame Putiphar?"
"Madame Putiphar? No, I don't know her; do you want to make her acquaintance?"
"Yes, and I counted on you to find her for me."