"She seems to me very gentille," said the father. "She＇s really pretty."
"She＇s perfect. She has no faults."
"She never had any as a child, and I＇m glad you have given her none."
"We love her too much," said the spectacled sister with dignity.
"And as for faults, how can we give what we have not? Le couvent n＇est pas comme le monde, monsieur.She＇s our daughter, as you may say. We＇ve had her since she was so small."
