"I hope that as we are neighbors, this is not the last time I shall have the honor of a visit from you." "I do not like to run up bills," replied Mr.Birne and drawing from the pocketbook a thousand franc note, he laid it on the table and slid the tickets into his pockets.
"I will give you change," said Dolores, opening a little drawer.
"Never mind," said the Englishman, "the rest will do for a drink," and he went off leaving Dolores thunder struck at his last words.
"For a drink!" she exclaimed.

"What a clown! I will send him back his money." But her neighbor's rudeness had only irritated the epidermis of her vanity; reflection calmed her.

She thought that a thousand francs made a very nice "pile," after all, and that she had already put up with impertinences at a cheaper rate.
"Bah!" she said to herself.

"It won't do to be so proud.

No one was by, and this is my washerwoman's mouth.