“Why, you do nothing but move.”
“Really, my dear, I have sold my furniture.”
“Sold your furniture? What a pity!”
“Listen to me; I couldn’t live on nut shells, could I?”
“No, they wouldn’t be good for the stomach; but as you are working——”
“Oh, yes! it’s very amusing; work a whole day to earn fifteen sous! Mon Dieu! how I wish I were a man!”
“What for?”
“So as not to be a woman. I know that there are some women who are happy, who swim in pleasure, who have feathers and velvet caps! Ah! a velvet cap’s becoming to me; I tried one on at a friend’s. I propose to have one this winter, all velvet, with gold tassels.”
“With your fifteen sous a day?”
“Go on! No, but I sold my furniture because I owed some money; I was four terms behind with my rent, and I had to pay.”