"The—the linen press—er—the batterie-de-cuisine—all that sort of thing. Do you think I'd better do it, Thusis?"
"Would Monsieur know any more about them if he inspects these things?" she inquired so guilelessly, so smilingly, that I surrendered then and there.
"Thusis," I said, "I don't know anything about such matters. They bore me. Be a nice child and give what orders are necessary. Will you?"
"If Monsieur wishes."
"I do wish it. Please—take full charge and run this ranch for me and bring me the bills. You see I trust you, Thusis, although you have not been very respectful to me."
"I am sorry, Monsieur," she said with a tragic droop of her lovely mouth. But her eyes belied her.
"Thusis?"
"Monsieur?"
"I won't ask you who you are——"
"Merci, M'sieu."