Madam de Larnage added to her natural vivacity that portion of sprightliness which should have belonged to the daughter.

She was a little, ugly, lively trollop, with small twinkling ferret eyes, and marked with smallpox.

On my arrival in the morning, I always found my coffee and cream ready, and the mother never failed to welcome me with a kiss on the lips, which I would willingly have returned the daughter, to see how she would have received it.

All this was done with such an air of carelessness and simplicity, that even when M.de Larnage was present; her kisses and caresses were not omitted.

He was a good quiet fellow, the true original of his daughter; nor did his wife endeavor to deceive him, because there was absolutely no occasion for it.
I received all these caresses with my usual stupidity, taking them only for marks of pure friendship, though they were sometimes troublesome; for the lively Madam Lard was displeased, if, during the day, I passed the shop without calling; it became necessary, therefore (when I had no time to spare), to go out of my way through another street, well knowing it was not so easy to quit her house as to enter it.
Madam Lard thought so much of me, that I could not avoid thinking something of her.