“So it seems to me, lieutenant.”
“She’s working with a frame; she must be a lace-maker.”
“Oh! you can hardly expect to find duchesses living in chambers under the eaves.”
“Somebody’s opening a window just beyond her—do you see—where there are clothes hanging on a line?”
“Yes, lieutenant.”
“Oh! what a lovely blonde, Bertrand! Do you see her?”
“I can’t see so well as you, but I should say that she’s young, too.”
“She is lovely, I give you my word; much more so, in fact, than the first one, who is still looking at us. Gad! Bertrand, we shall do excellently well here, and I like the rooms very much.”
“They’re very nice, aren’t they, lieutenant?”
“The view alone is enough for me; I couldn’t see all these sweet creatures from downstairs, could I?”