“Perhaps you’d also like me to cultivate an Assyrian beard and curl my hair into ringlets like that man we sat next to at the café du Dome last night.”
“No, no; I do not want that you hide your so nice mouth, darleen. I am prefair American way now.”
“You prefer Americans to Frenchmen, then.”
“All French girls prefer American and English to Frenchmans. They are so frank, so honest. One can trust them.”
“So you would rather be married to an Englishman than a Frenchman?”
“Mon Dieu! yes, The Frenchmans deceive the womans very much, but the Englishman is always comme-il-faut. If ever I have leetle girl I want she shall marry Englishmans. Ah! she shall be like her fazzer, that leetle girl, wiz blue eyes, and colour so fresh; and I want she have the lovely blond hair like all English children.”
“What if you have a boy?”
“Ah no! I no want boy. I know I am selfeesh. The boys have the best sings in the life, and it is often hard for the womans. But if I have girl, I keep her love always. If I have boy soon I lose heem. He get marry, and zen it is feenish. But leetle girl, in trooble she always come back to her mosser.”
“And suppose you don’t have either?”
“Oh, I sink zat would be very, very sad.”