“I knew very well that I should get it! Oh! it is a perfect beauty! It makes me look like an angel, and I will wear it on Sunday to go to the Château des Fleurs to dance.—How lovely it is!”
Then she returned to her mistress, who had put on the blue cap, and cried:
“Oh! how lovely madame is in that! madame is only twenty-five years old,—not a day more. Ah! if I was a man, how madly in love I should be with madame!”
“Hush, you mad girl! It’s a fact that this cap is very becoming to me.”
“Madame, you must have another one just like it made at once.”
“Yes, that is what I intend to do, when I am in funds.—Let me look at the newspaper, the quotations; I don’t understand them very well.”
“Madame, I was told that the Mouzaias had gone up.”
“Really? Oh! if only that were true! for I bought twenty shares at par, and they have fallen to forty-eight francs. Let me see,—a rise of fifty centimes! That is magnificent!”
“Then madame has not made anything?”
“If I should sell now, I shouldn’t get back a thousand francs of the two thousand that I invested; I should lose more than half!”