"You have a daughter, Mlle. Claire Auvray."
"There, there! didn't I tell you so?" cried the uncle.
"Yes," again replied the doctor.
"She was at Ems three months ago with her mother."
"Bravo! Bravo!" yelled M. Morlot.
"Yes," responded the physician for the third time.
M. Morlot rushed up to the doctor, and cried: "You are not the doctor, but a patient in the house."
"My friend, if you are not more quiet we shall have to give you a douche."
M. Morlot recoiled in terror. His nephew continued calmly:
"I love your daughter, sir; I have some hope that I am loved in return, and if her feelings have not changed since the month of September, I have the honor to ask her hand in marriage."