"Madame--vous etes trop romanesque pour ce monde." "Ah, non, Monsieur--je suis ce que je suis.

Je suis trop grosse peut-etre, mais pas trop romanesque.

Au'voir, Monsieur--merci--prenez garde d'elle, Monsieur." She held up a fat warning finger.

"Au'voir, Madame.

A bientot." They left her bowing there against the background of the old bottle glass, lit yellow by the light within, her smiles following them down the street.
"Well--there you are," said Traill, as they walked away.