"Ingrate! a woman who laughs is such a good thing!
And you never quarrel!"
"That is because of the treaty which we have made.
On forming our little Holy Alliance we assigned ourselves each our frontier, which we never cross.
What is situated on the side of winter belongs to Vaud, on the side of the wind to Gex.
Hence the peace."
"Peace is happiness digesting."
"And you, Jolllly, where do you stand in your entanglement with Mamselle-- you know whom I mean?"
"She sulks at me with cruel patience."
"Yet you are a lover to soften the heart with gauntness."
"Alas!"
"In your place, I would let her alone."
"That is easy enough to say."
"And to do.
Is not her name Musichetta?"
"Yes.
Ah! my poor Bahorel, she is a superb girl, very literary, with tiny feet, little hands, she dresses well, and is white and dimpled, with the eyes of a fortune-teller. I am wild over her."
"My dear fellow, then in order to please her, you must be elegant, and produce effects with your knees.
Buy a good pair of trousers of double-milled cloth at Staub's. That will assist."
"At what price?" shouted Grantaire.