“I was thinking about it,” said Desvignes in a dreamlike way.
“Well, then! Diane,” Mrs. Desvignes suddenly shouted, joining back her husband, “don't you imitate us?”
“How?” asked Miss Bérard, who, relentlessly in pursuit of a recalcitrant crab, was not aware of the situation.
“Look,” replied Mrs. Desvignes, showing her new attire.
“The idea is excellent,” Diane shouted,” and in a moment I will look like you!”
“Oh, my God,” whispered the customs captain, “as long as it is a new exhibition of her, I was sure she wouldn't hesitate.”
Lucien, faithful to his duties, continued to pursue the crab abandoned by Miss Bérard. When he defeated it after a hot fight and locked it in the wicker basket, he looked for his fishing partner. She was coming out of the cave that had become the dressing-ro
