Newman inquired with interest about Mademoiselle Noemie; and M.Nioche, at first, for answer, simply looked at him in lachrymose silence.
"Don't ask me, sir," he said at last.

"I sit and watch her, but I can do nothing." "Do you mean that she misconducts herself ?" "I don't know, I am sure.

I can't follow her.

I don't understand her.
She has something in her head; I don't know what she is trying to do.
She is too deep for me." "Does she continue to go to the Louvre?
Has she made any of those copies for me ?" "She goes to the Louvre, but I see nothing of the copies.

She has something on her easel; I suppose it is one of the pictures you ordered.
Such a magnificent order ought to give her fairy-fingers.