“Oh! none at all; but, don’t you know, I like to see—it amuses me.”
“Let us eat and not worry about our neighbors; that will be the better way.”
“It don’t interfere with my eating!—Wait! they’re opening the door.”
And at that moment a man’s voice in the corridor called:
“Bring up the dinner, waiter.”
“It’s the man calling,” said Virginie; “he’s got a little soprano voice, but the voice don’t prove anything at all.”
“Will you have some pigeon?”
“Do wait a minute; you’re hurrying me too much.”
Just then they heard a woman’s voice saying:
“My friend, you forgot to order fritters.”