Tell me, have you anything important to do to-night?"
"No, dear, and if I had I shouldn't do it. Do you feel well enough to
come out and have dinner with me somewhere? I'll take you to some
place where it's quiet."
"Why not let us stay here all the evening, and have supper together?"
Arithelli suggested. "We'll take Emile's things. He loves cooking
_cochonneries_, and there is sure to be a _quelque chose_ somewhere in
the cupboard."
Vardri scrambled to his feet. "_Bon_! Sit still, and I'll go and
_acheter les_--things! We'll leave Emile's _cochonneries_ alone. I'm
rich now, so we will have luxuries."
"Yes, and I'll hunt for plates and dishes, and wash them properly (not
like the Gentiles do) while you go and _acheter les_--things!"
Arithelli mocked. "What a dreadful mixture of languages we all use! I
used to speak German quite well when I was at the convent, but now I
have forgotten nearly all of it. This place is bad for both one's
French and English, and Emile says that when I try and speak Spanish it
sounds like someone sawing wood.
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