"Yes. He always goes. He is very quiet and reasonable, you see."
"I see."
Madame Joyselle rose. "I must go and see about the dinner. Will you
come? Ah, yes," as they went downstairs, "they are like that, the men.
But Théo will be faithful to you, of that I am sure. He is like my
people, and then, thank God, he is not an artist!"