“And she’s a very big woman with a large nose?”
“Yes, yes; how you know?”
“Well then, let me inform you that your respected parent is at present doing business in a rather flourishing way in the Halles. She imports escargots and wears seven diamond rings on one hand. Judging by that hand alone, there’s a respectable prospect of your becoming an heiress after all.”
“She’s terrible woman,” said Anastasia, after I had explained my meeting with her mother. “I’m afraid she’s make trooble. She’s behave very cruel to my fazzaire and she not like me, because when they separate I choose go wiz heem. She nevaire forgeeve me. I’m ’fraid she’s never consent to our marriage in France.”
“Wait till we get back to Paris and we’ll tackle her.”
“When we go back to Paris?”
“Next week. I can’t afford to rent the house after the end of the month.”
“I’m sorry to go. I love it here.”
“Yes, but I must get back to work again. We must bid our jolly Bretons good-bye.”