Yes, my friend, I will go to lunch with you tomorrow, but I will not be able to meet you before ten o’clock. My husband will not be able to join the party, as he is obliged to go to Paris on business. He asks me to assure you of the regret he feels at not being able to go and drink your wine, so as to prove to you how much he values your advice; he will make up for it next week, and I will accompany him, because I have always been convinced of the maxim that “two pleasures are worth more than one.” It seems to me that this is what you call moral philosophy: see, my good papa, how one learns in your school. Truly, I am sometimes astonished by my own progress.