"Come, come," said Prudence, who had taken off her hat and was smoothing her hair before the glass, "you will work yourself into a rage and do yourself harm. Better come and have supper; for my part, I am dying of hunger."
--Voyons, voyons, dit Prudence, qui avait ôté son chapeau et qui lissait ses bandeaux devant la glace, vous allez encore vous mettre en colère et vous faire mal, allons souper, cela vaudra mieux; moi, je meurs de faim.