Chapter 15

la Marinière's father that he might as well dream of a princess as of Hélène de Sainfoy.

"Yes, yes," she said hastily, and smiled brilliantly on Urbain as much as to say, "Dear friend, I was joking. We understand each other.--Tell me everything you did yesterday--what he said, and all about it," she went on aloud. "Ah, Hervé!" as her husband sauntered into the room--"do have the goodness to fetch me those patterns of silk hangings from the library. This dear Urbain has come at the right moment to be consulted about them."