'And is Urmand to have no soup ?' said Michel Voss, as he took his niece lovingly by the hand.
'Peter is bringing it,' said Marie.

And in a moment or two Peter the waiter did bring the young man his soup.
'And will not Mademoiselle Marie sit down with us ?' said the young man.
'If you can make her, you have more influence than I,' said Michel.
'Marie never sits, and never eats, and never drinks.' She was standing now close behind her uncle with both her hands upon his head; and she would often stand so after the supper was commenced, only moving to attend upon him, or to supplement the services of Peter and the maid-servant when she perceived that they were becoming for a time inadequate to their duties.

She answered her uncle now by gently pulling his ears, but she said nothing.
'Sit down with us, Marie, to oblige me,' said Madame Voss.
'I had rather not, aunt.

It is foolish to sit at supper and not eat.

I have taken my supper already.' Then she moved away, and hovered round the two strangers at the end of the room.