"If I have recovered my health, it is due to you, my dear child, due to your nursing, to your pleasant company."
"Oh! monsieur, you forget that syrup which did you so much good, which cured you."
"Perhaps the syrup may have had something to do with it, but you had much more."
"Are you going to walk, monsieur? It is cold, but fine."
"I am going to dine out, my little neighbor; a feast at Monsieur Bonvalet's, nothing less."
"Oh! do be prudent then, monsieur; they say, you know, that with gout you mustn't drink champagne."
"But I no longer have the gout."
"True, but suppose that should bring it back again?"
"We mustn't anticipate misfortunes so far ahead. However, I will be prudent, and in order that I may not forget your advice, I will ask you for a small bunch of violets."
"With pleasure, monsieur.—See, is this one big enough?"