Withhiselbowsonthelongboardonwhichshewasironing，hegreedilywatchedallthesewomen’sclothesspreadabouthim，thedimitypetticoats，thefichus，thecollars，andthedrawerswithrunningstrings，wideatthehipsandgrowingnarrowerbelow。
“Whatisthatfor？“askedtheyoungfellow，passinghishandoverthecrinolineorthehooksandeyes。
“Why，haven’tyoueverseenanything？“Feliciteansweredlaughing。“Asifyourmistress，MadameHomais，didn’twearthesame。“
“Oh，Idaresay!MadameHomais!“Andheaddedwithameditativeair，“Asifshewerealadylikemadame!“
ButFelicitegrewimpatientofseeinghimhangingroundher。Shewassixyearsolderthanhe，andTheodore，MonsieurGuillaumin’sservant，wasbeginningtopaycourttoher。