"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!