Madame Fromont has one; I can have one also, I fancy." "Of course, of course," said honest Risler, looking about with some little uneasiness.

"So that's why I saw so many flowers everywhere, on the landing and in the drawing-room." "Yes, my maid went down to the garden this morning.

Did I do wrong?
Oh! you don't say so, but I'm sure you think I did wrong.

'Dame'! I thought the flowers in the garden belonged to us as much as to the Fromonts." "Certainly they do--but you--it would have been better perhaps--" "To ask leave?
That's it-to humble myself again for a few paltry chrysanthemums and two or three bits of green.

Besides, I didn't make any secret of taking the flowers; and when she comes up a little later--" "Is she coming?
Ah! that's very kind of her." Sidonie turned upon him indignantly.
"What's that?
Kind of her?
Upon my word, if she doesn't come, it would be the last straw.