“Fresh complexion—a pretty figure—lovely eyes—it’s extraordinary, I swear!”
“And then the cashmere shawls you send to one, and the milliner’s bill that you pay for another——”
“And all these charms in a milkmaid!”
“What’s that? a milkmaid? Do you mean to say that you pay their bills too, lieutenant?”
“Who in the devil said anything about bills? Just look at that sweet child on the road yonder.”
“Well! she’s a milkmaid—that’s the whole story!”
“You don’t see how pretty she is. And that sly smile, every time her eyes turn in our direction.”
“Perhaps she wants to sell us some cream cheese?”
“Blockhead! to see nothing but cheese! I tell you that sackcloth waist, that double linen neckerchief, so high in the neck, conceal a multitude of treasures.”
“Treasures! treasures! Parbleu! one can guess very nearly what they conceal, although appearances are often deceitful. But such treasures aren’t scarce; is it on account of the little milkmaid that we’re going now like a load of flour?”