I also meant to tell you we wished to go directly to the Louvre, but I forgot that also.

However, we will go there now.

Pardon my seeming carelessness, Ferguson.

Drive on." Within the half hour we stopped again--in front of another silk store.
We were angry; but the doctor was always serene, always smooth-voiced.
He said: "At last! How imposing the Louvre is, and yet how small! How exquisitely fashioned! How charmingly situated!--Venerable, venerable pile--" "Pairdon, Doctor, zis is not ze Louvre--it is--" "What is it ?" "I have ze idea--it come to me in a moment--zat ze silk in zis magazin--" "Ferguson, how heedless I am.

I fully intended to tell you that we did not wish to buy any silks to-day, and I also intended to tell you that we yearned to go immediately to the palace of the Louvre, but enjoying the happiness of seeing you devour four breakfasts this morning has so filled me with pleasurable emotions that I neglect the commonest interests of the time.