Respect, SVP

"I am pleased to report," says Mr Foxe, that I have finished sewing the rideaux de fenêtre for the office and the bedroom."

"I assume you mean the window curtains," says Mr Boxe. "Or have you suddenly gone all posh?"

"When they are made from lace that was smuggled across from Paris in my underdrawers because someone insisted that he must have it or die, but was frightened to death of what Miss Pond would say upon discovering the size of the import duty," says Mr Foxe, "then I think there is a quite strong case for calling them rideaux de fenêtre, would you not agree?"

"Ah," says Mr Boxe. "Oui. Oui. Comme ce sont beaux, ces rideaux de fenêtre."

"Too bleedin' right," says Mr Foxe.