“Ho h�! curse it!”

“Just look at that face!”

“It’s not good for anything.”

“Guillemette Maugerepuis, just look at that bull’s muzzle; it only lacks the horns. It can’t be your husband.”

“Another!”

“Belly of the pope! what sort of a grimace is that?”

“Hol� h�! that’s cheating. One must show only one’s face.”

“That damned Perrette Callebotte!

she’s capable of that!”

“Good! Good!”