"What do you mean it won't do?"
Madam Houssaine asked Mr. Stampanato back, perfectly feigning ignorance as to what the other party was trying to insinuate.
Although if the truth would be told, she already had an inkling of what the old man was trying to say.
"I mean it as it is. Are you suggesting that we just have to randomly passed it out to a stranger and all of this would be over?"
The old man raised the same question that was running inside his wife's head.
"That is a clever way to put it out, Mr. Stampanato. You could not have been more right."
Madam Houssaine said with a casual smile, as though they were only talking about something trivial like asking for the weather.
"So is it safe to say as well that you are basically asking us to do it by ourselves? Is it not your job to look for the bride?"
