Yesterday I went to fetch him from Mademoiselle Armande's." "Where is he now ?" "Monsieur l'abbe?
Why, at church; he won't be in before three o'clock." "He thinks of nothing! he ought to have told you to go to market.
Mariette, go at once; and without wasting money, don't spare it; get all there is that is good and delicate.

Go to the diligence office and see if you can send for pates; and I want shrimps from the Brillante.

What o'clock is it ?" "A quarter to nine." "Good heavens! Mariette, don't stop to chatter.

The person my uncle expects may arrive at any moment.

If we had to give him breakfast, where should we be with nothing in the house ?" Mariette turned back to Penelope in a lather, and looked at Jacquelin as if she would say, "Mademoiselle has put her hand on a husband _this_ time." "Now, Josette," continued the old maid, "let us see where we had better put Monsieur de Troisville to sleep." With what joy she said the words, "Put Monsieur de Troisville" (pronounced Treville) "to sleep." How many ideas in those few words! The old maid was bathed in hope.
"Will you put him in the green chamber ?" "The bishop's room?
No; that's too near mine," said Mademoiselle Cormon.
"All very well for monseigneur; he's a saintly man." "Give him your uncle's room." "Oh, that's so bare; it is actually indecent." "Well, then, mademoiselle, why not arrange a bed in your boudoir?
It is easily done; and there's a fire-place.