"Yes, Jeannette, it cannot fail to be very agreeable to both my wife and myself."
"All right, monsieur."
"By the way, Jeannette, just warm it with sugar; that is more refined and it smells very nice."
"With sugar? But, monsieur, you see——"
"Do as I tell you, Jeannette."
Robineau walked away and returned to the salon. Jeannette, when she was alone, scratched her ear, saying to herself:
"Warm his bed with sugar! How can I do that? I don’t understand that at all, myself!"
To obtain an explanation, Jeannette, who had seen Férulus go to his room, knocked at his door.
"It’s me, monsieur," she said.
"I’m asleep," Férulus replied from his bed.