She was afraid of showing the great pleasure she took in ironing Goujet's shirts.

She certainly had no wicked thoughts, but she was none the less a little bit ashamed.
"Oh! I'm not complaining of your work; I know it's perfection," said Madame Goujet.

"For instance, you've done this cap splendidly, only you could bring out the embroidery like that.

And the flutings are all so even.

Oh! I recognize your hand at once.