Atdinnerherhusbandthoughtshelookedwell，butshepretendednottohearhimwhenheinquiredaboutherride，andsheremainedsittingtherewithherelbowatthesideofherplatebetweenthetwolightedcandles。
“Emma!“hesaid。
“What？“
“Well，IspenttheafternoonatMonsieurAlexandre’s。Hehasanoldcob，stillveryfine，onlyalittlebrokenkneed，andthatcouldbebought；Iamsure，forahundredcrowns。“Headded，“Andthinkingitmightpleaseyou，Ihavebespokenit——boughtit。HaveIdoneright？Dotellme？“
Shenoddedherheadinassent；thenaquarterofanhourlater——