'Un-Rifter—!' [has the gleam of a pending quibble in it. Languishing! What Rifter does he know which is prone to such nonsense. They are a very hearty breed, please and thank you very much, monsieur!]

I will have you know that I exclusively wear shoes fit for walking in these days.

[She sounds like she must be scowling. But maybe the sullen croak has something to do with the hour. It is late.]

Don't be late or I will be very cross and go directly alone to some smith with my plans. And be sure that you close the door behind you when you leave that room this evening. The goat mustn't be allowed to wander.