“Tire me? Why, don’t you think I dine everyday?”
“I promise to come and inquire after you before leaving.”
“I can tell you at once that I am all right again. No, no, it shall never be said that you came all the way from Paris to Bourges only to see me faint. I count upon you and Mademoiselle Jeanne.”
“On all three of us?”
“That makes three, with me; yes, sir.”
“Excuse me, four.”
“I hope the fourth will have the sense to go and dine elsewhere.”
“Come, come, Monsieur Mouillard; your nephew, your ward—”
“I ceased to be his guardian four years ago, and his uncle three weeks ago.”
“He longs to put an end to this ill feeling—”