"You are fond of gardening?"
"Passionately."
"And you would be pleased to have, instead of this terrace of twenty feet, an inclosure of two acres?"
"Sir, I should make a terrestrial paradise of it."
"You live badly on your thousand francs?"
"Badly enough; but yet I do live."
"Yes; but you have only a small garden."
"True, the garden is not large."
"And then, such as it is, it is filled with dormice, who eat everything."
"Ah! they are my scourges."