"But I tell you, I don't want to see them. I'm a surly sort of customer."
"I would put up with it," he said.
She looked at him pityingly:
"You, too! You're going to talk like the rest?"
He said:
"Pardon, pardon…. Good Heavens! I'm becoming a Parisian! I am ashamed…. I swear that I didn't even think what I was saying…."
He buried his face in the bedclothes. She laughed frankly, and gave him a tap on the head!
"Ah! that's not Parisian! That's something like! I know you again. Come, show your face. Don't weep all over my bed."
"Do you forgive me?"
"I forgive you. But don't do it again."