"Buy some? Oh, yes! that’s very easy to say.—You shouldn’t have made me spend twelve francs at the restaurant last Sunday."
"We will spend fifteen next Sunday, my dear friend."
"You always want to eat the things that cost most."
"Nothing’s too good for me."
"Well, if I buy stockings, it’s adieu to our country excursion for Sunday, I warn you."
"That begins to move me.—Come, be calm, loulou; you’re very lucky to have a sweetheart with some imagination. Stay here and begin to dress at the top; I’ll go to look after the lower part!"[1]
"Oh! my dear Fifine, how good you will be to do that!"
"Give me five or six sheets of note paper—vellum."
"Here they are; as it happens, I have just brought some home from my office. Do you want some sealing-wax—three sticks?"
"Yes, yes, give it to me; I secure madame’s good graces with these things; otherwise she wouldn’t have let me come away so early; but I said that I had a sick-headache, and as I’m her favorite, she said: ‘Go upstairs to bed.’"