“But when one knows that he is kind and generous, then one ought not to be frightened by his manner.”
“No matter, I assure you, mamzelle, that in his presence no one dares to laugh.”
“Speaking of laughing, Monsieur Georget, I am going to scold you now.”
“Scold me?”
“Yes indeed. Oh! it’s of no use for you to assume your innocent air, I was not fooled by what happened yesterday afternoon. The idea of throwing my customers down! that’s very pretty, isn’t it? If you should do that often, I don’t think that I should sell so many bouquets.”
“But I didn’t throw anybody down!”
“No, not you, but that good-for-nothing Chicotin, who had planned the thing beforehand with you, because he knew that it would please you. Am I right? Come, Georget, answer me—didn’t you plan with Chicotin to throw that gentleman down?”
“Not that one, mamzelle, I haven’t any grudge against that one; it was the other one; Chicotin made a mistake.”
“One or the other, it was very wrong, monsieur, to run against my customers and overturn almost the whole of my shop.”
“But I tell you that Chicotin made a mistake.”