"Oh, I don't know who that man can be, but M. Touquet is as submissive as a child before him. I left them together. This fine gentleman said to me, 'Go!' and it was necessary to obey him."
"That's very surprising, dear nurse."
"How did you like that man?"
"Oh, he is not so bad, dear nurse, and if I had not been a little afraid of him, I believe I should have thought him very agreeable."
"Ah, mon Dieu, I was very much frightened; he has something satanic in his looks."
"Oh, dear nurse, you're mistaken, he has a very fine face, features which inspire respect, and which are bland at the same time."
"Fie! for shame! my child, to admire such an impertinent man. Oh, if your Urbain could hear you."
"But, dear nurse, I should say the same thing before Urbain. Is it not necessary to tell him all that I think? That could not displease him, for he knows how much I love him."
"Come, my child, it's late, go to bed. I am going, too, good-night."
Marguerite went up to her room, saying to herself,—