He is so dull; he calls her his daughter; looks after her like a child; and is always in the way.

I am sure at this very moment one of his servants is prowling about in the street to see who comes out, and especially who goes in." "Ah, poor Marguerite!" said Gaston, sitting down to the piano and playing a waltz.

"I hadn't a notion of it, but I did notice she hasn't been looking so gay lately." "Hush," said Prudence, listening.

Gaston stopped.
"She is calling me, I think." We listened.

A voice was calling, "Prudence!" "Come, now, you must go," said Mme.