“There are days when he can’t say three words in succession!”
“Let me tell you that I myself, when I’m very much occupied with some important matter, am not as agreeable as usual—that happens to everybody. To return to Dalville—he is rich—and young.—By George! I have an idea! such a delicious idea!”
“What is it then, monsieur?”
“I must find a wife for him.”
“A wife for Monsieur Auguste? Why on earth should you interfere? Is it any of your business?”
“Isn’t it my business to look after other people’s business? This may turn out a profitable affair.”
“Oh! don’t go to making matches, monsieur, I beg! As if you knew anything about such things!”
“I flatter myself that I do, madame.”
“A business agent make marriages—nonsense! that would be absurd!—Have you thought about your gun, monsieur?”
“Yes, madame, I told Baptiste to clean it; and Dalville promised to bring that old soldier of his, Bertrand; he will teach me how to use it; for a wolf has been seen in the neighborhood, you know, madame; and that is very unpleasant because it keeps one uneasy all the time.”