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She was crying, sir; if I was a man and loved a woman, I wouldn't let her shed a tear, I know. You ought to order a pair for her " "Yes, yes," said Camusot. "Are you just getting up, Coralie?" "Just this moment; I only came in at six o'clock after looking for you everywhere. I was obliged to keep the cab for seven hours. So much for your care of me; you forget me for a wine-bottle.
"You are turning editor," said Lucien. "Where shall I put you down?" "At Coralie's." "Ah! we are infatuated," said Lousteau. "What a mistake! Do as I do with Florine, let Coralie be your housekeeper, and take your fling." "You would send a saint to perdition," laughed Lucien. "Well, there is no damning a devil," retorted Lousteau.
The reviewers one and all attributed the failure of the piece to Coralie; she had overestimated her strength; she might be the delight of a boulevard audience, but she was out of her element at the Gymnase; she had been inspired by a laudable ambition, but she had not taken her powers into account; she had chosen a part to which she was quite unequal.
Nathan had threatened the Gymnase with war if the management refused to give the vacant place to Coralie's rival. Coralie had persisted till she could play no longer, knowing that Florine was waiting to step into her place. She had overtasked her strength.
I did not think a man could be as beautiful as you are," said Berenice, when Lucien lay in bed. He was very drowsy; he knew nothing and saw nothing; Coralie made him swallow several cups of tea, and left him to sleep. "Did the porter see us? Was there anyone else about?" she asked. "No; I was sitting up for you." "Does Victoire know anything?" "Rather not!" returned Berenice.
He turned to them and indicated me with a gesture. "He's a good fellow, our Augustin." "Yes, a good fellow," said Varvilliers. "A very good fellow," muttered Struboff, who was more than a little gone in liquor. "A good fellow," said Coralie. Then she stepped up to me, put her hands on my shoulders, and kissed me on both cheeks. "A good fellow, our little Augustin," said she.
Coralie lifted her eyes to mine. "Oh, no!" she drawled quietly. Then she added with a laugh, "Do you remember when you fought Wetter?" "Heavens! yes; fools that we were! Not a word of it! Nobody knows." "Well, at that time you were in love with me." "Madame, I will have the honour of mentioning a much more remarkable thing to you."
"You are going away early," said Coralie, as I ordered my horse. "Surely you will not be away all day, Sir Edgar?" "I am going to Harden Manor, and cannot say when I shall return. Do not wait dinner for me I may dine there." "It will be a long, dark day," she said, with a sigh. "Do not be late every hour will seem like two."
She had heard of Madame Mansoni, although she had not heard her sing. I put up my glass again and looked at Wetter. He nodded slightly but unmistakably, then flung his head back and laughed again. Now we waited only for Coralie. With her coming we should be complete. The music began. By arrangement or impulse, I knew not which, everybody rose to their feet. Only Elsa and I sat still.
When he left Coralie in the morning and returned to the Latin Quarter, he took out his purse and found the money he had lost. At first he felt miserable over the discovery, and thought of going back at once to return a gift which humiliated him; but he had already come as far as the Rue de la Harpe; he would not return now that he had almost reached the Hotel de Cluny.
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