"I'll treat you to everything." "Mais _treat_?
What is that ?" said Madame, whose beaming good-humour only expanded the more when Jack explained that it was a pecuniary attention shown by rustic swains to their "young women." As Clement came into the hall he met Madame hanging on Jack's arm, and absolutely radiant.
"You're not going into that beastly place again ?" said he.
"For the choke, Monsieur Clement.

_Ah, oui!_ And with Monsieur Jack." "You may as well come, Clem," said Eleanor, and we followed, laughing.
Madame had now no time for discontent.

Jack held her fast.

He gave her gingerbread at one stall, and gingerbeer at another, and cracked nuts for her all along.

He vowed that the oyster-shells were flowers, and the empty bottles bouquet-holders, and offered to buy her a pair of spectacles to see matters more clearly with.
"Couleur de rose ?" laughed Madame.
We went in a body to the marionettes, and Madame screamed as we climbed the inclined plane to enter, and scrambled down the frail scaffolding to the "reserved seats." These cost twopence a head, and were "reserved" for us alone.