“Not pleased?” said he. “No, I am not; but I like it as much here as anywhere else, since it pleases you; but it seems to me much too small to hold your gowns well without crumpling them, seeing what great and long trains are worn now.”
“By my word, sir,” said she, “it is big enough.”
“It hardly seems so,” replied he, “really; and I have looked at it well.”
“Well, sir,” said she, “will you make a bet with me?”
“Certainly I will,” he answered; “what shall it be?”
“I will bet, if you like, half a dozen of the best shirts against the satin to make a plain petticoat, that we can put you inside the box just as you are.”
“On my soul,” said he, “I will bet I cannot get in.”
“And I will bet you can.”
“Come on!” said the women. “We will soon see who is the winner.”
“It will soon be proved,” said Monsieur, and then he made them take out of the chest all the gowns which were in it, and when it was empty, Madam and her women put in Monsieur easily enough.