"I must leave you, mesdames; I can't go about this business too soon."
"Go, Putiphar, go; it's worth your while."
"As soon as I've had a day fixed for the dinner, I'll write to you, Monsieur Godichet."
"Dodichet, I tell you!"
"I beg your pardon—Dodichet. By the way, your address, if you please?"
"I live at the Grand Hôtel; but I'm never to be found there; it's so grand! Come and give these young ladies your message, and they'll send it to me at once."
"Agreed. It may take two or three days, perhaps, to bring Monsieur Mirotaine to the point of giving a dinner party; but we'll succeed. Au revoir, Monsieur—Dodichet!—I got it right that time, eh? By the way, if the marriage comes off, as I hope, I stipulate that I am to furnish the trousseau and all the presents the bridegroom gives his bride."
"You shall furnish everything, Madame Putiphar, everything; even the husband's suspenders, if he wears any that day."
"Ah! Monsieur Dodichet, you're a very agreeable man!"
"Have another little glass of the green before you go?"