"Well, Célestine, are you getting accustomed to the place?"
Decidedly, it is a mania with him. I answered:
"I do not know yet, Monsieur."
Then, with effrontery:
"And Monsieur, is he getting accustomed here?"
Monsieur burst out laughing. Monsieur takes a joke well. Monsieur is really good-natured.
"You must get accustomed, Célestine. You must get accustomed. Sapristi!"
I was in a humor for boldness. Again I answered:
"I will try. Monsieur,—with Monsieur's aid."
I think that Monsieur was going to say something very stiff to me. His eyes shone like two coals. But Madame appeared at the top of the stairs. Monsieur was off in his direction, I in mine. It was a pity.
This evening, through the door of the salon, I heard Madame saying to Monsieur, in the amiable tone that you can imagine:
"I wish no familiarity with my servants."
Her servants? Are not Madame's servants Monsieur's servants? Well, indeed!