firmness: I sat thinking about her, and wondering what her plan could be, when she re-entered.
"Monsieur, I have given Minnie" (our bonne) "leave to go out too, as it is so very fine; so will you be kind enough to lock the door, and take the key with you?"
"Kiss me, Mrs. Crimsworth," was my not very apposite reply; but she looked so engaging in her light summer dress and little cottage bonnet, and her manner in speaking to me was then, as always, so unaffectedly and suavely respectful, that my heart expanded at the sight of her, and a kiss seemed necessary to content its importunity.
"There, monsieur."
"Why do you always call me 'Monsieur?' Say,' William.'"
"I cannot pronounce your W; besides, 'Monsieur' belongs to you; I like it best."
Minnie having departed in clean cap and smart shawl, we, too, set out, leaving the house solitary
