"You have the key of the little door, and I have promised the duke the key of the front door, which he will not take, because he will come during the day when he comes.

I think, between ourselves, that he is enchanted with a caprice which will keep me out of Paris for a time, and so silence the objections of his family.

However, he has asked me how I, loving Paris as I do, could make up my mind to bury myself in the country.

I told him that I was ill, and that I wanted rest.

He seemed to have some difficulty in believing me.
The poor old man is always on the watch.