“Is she an acquaintance?”
“I do not know her.”
“Then how did she know your name?”
“Ask me another! It could be my handsome face and my name go before me!”
She laughed, throwing her head back with a broad smile, convincing him – if proof were needed – that she was the girl for him. Withdrawing the glass flask from inside his tunic, he removed the stopper and offered it to her.
“Do you care for brandy? It’s Madame Dizier’s best.”
“Madame Dizier?”
“She’s the landlady of the tavern where I lodge.”
“I am not used to liquor like this – I take wine with dinner but that’s the extent to my drinking.”
“Well I never! She’s used the very same phrase, ‘take wine with dinner,’ as Criou explained to me what he thought she would do at home.”
“Well I never! She’s used the very same phrase, ‘take
