"I laid the tribute of my heart at your feet in the most irreproachable grammar," said Paul.
"But with the accent of John Bull. That's the only thing of John Bull you have about you. For the sake of my ears I must give you some lessons."
"You'll find me such a pupil as never teacher had in the world before. When shall we begin?"
"Aux Kalendes Grecques."
"Ah que vous etes femme!"
She put her hands to her ears. "Listen. Que-vous-etes-femme" she said.
"Que-vous-etes-femme," Paul repeated parrotwise. "Is that better?"
"A little."
"I see the Greek Kalends have begun," said he.
"Mechant, you have caught me in a trap," said she.