I explained the allusion to the curiosity of Eve.
"But," objected the literal Blanquette, "there is no serpent in the Rue des Saladiers—unless it is you."
"You have beaten those eggs enough," I remarked.
"You can teach me many things, but how to make omelettes—ah no!"
"All right," said I, "when your inordinate curiosity has spoiled the thing, don't blame me."
"She is very pretty," said Blanquette.
"Pretty? She is entirely adorable."
Blanquette sighed. "She must have a great many lovers."
"Blanquette!" cried I scandalised, "she is married."
"Naturally. If she weren't she could not have lovers. I wish I were only half as beautiful."