Now, with her back turned, she is moving casseroles about.

"Monsieur Crillon's father," she says, "old Dominic, had come from County Cher to settle down here in '66 or '67.

He's a sensible man, seeing he's a town councilor.

(We must tell him nicely to take his buckets away from our door.) Monsieur Boneas is very rich, and he speaks so well, in spite of his bad neck.

You must show yourself off to all these gentlemen.