“Oh! Julie! I am so annoyed! I cannot stand any more, I am choking!”
“I should think as much, madame; I don’t see how you can help it! To wait in vain for those whom you expect, and have to receive a lot of people that you don’t expect!”
“Monsieur Destival is perfectly brutal, with his mania for inviting everybody he sees. If he had a château, he would not do any more!”
“That old Monin, who can’t do anything but eat and drink!”
“And yet, if he were the only one, I shouldn’t mind him, I promise you.”
“Is his wife coming?”
“No, thank God! she is making pickles.”
“That’s very lucky! Madame Monin has a wicked tongue in her head; and inquisitive—why, she always comes into the kitchen to see what’s going on.”
“In spite of that, I should have preferred her to those Thomassinières, who put on so much style and assume the most unendurable airs and pretensions!”
“And then, who ever heard of bringing three servants to be fed! Those big rascals will eat everything in the house.”