With the fifth he was most adroit.

He demanded an interview with the duenna, whose name was Dame Gudule.

She accorded.
Gaston spilled his very soul out before her; he knelt to her, he kissed her large velvet feet.

The lady was touched, I mean literally, for Gaston as he stooped fitted his fifth note into the braid of her ample skirt.

The only one to arrive was the boy's in the bird's nest.