German chemists have nearly always transparent _chapelles_ in their laboratories." "How can any one accuse you of lack of imagination ?" she exclaimed.

"You are a very romantic man, and your romance is a transparent _chapelle_.
Now I know why you are so indulgent to the romances of others." Then carelessly drawing the brush in her hand over an arm-chair, she seated herself in it, placed another seat facing her, and said: "Come, sit down here near me on this stool; I will put a cushion on it to make you more comfortable.

Come, I must talk with you." He drew near, seated himself, and put his ear towards her.

"Must I take off my apron ?" he asked.
"Why so ?" "I foresee that our conversation will revolve about matters pertaining to the height of romance.

I wish to make a suitable appearance." "Nonsense! your apron is very becoming.