"If I had to listen to everybody who was in love with me, I shouldn't have time for my dinner."

And she began to run her fingers over the piano, and then, turning to us, she said:

"What will you take? I think I should like a little punch."

"And I could eat a little chicken," said Prudence. "Suppose we have supper?"

"That's it, let's go and have supper," said Gaston.

"No, we will have supper here."

"Whatever you like, but at once, at once."

"That's it," said Marguerite, jumping like a child, "we'll have supper. How tiresome that idiot of a count is!"