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For instance, one evening he said a charmingly epigrammatic thing in my presence." La Faloise meanwhile had heard the few rapid sentences thus whisperingly interchanged, and he gazed at Fauchery in hopes of an explanation which was not vouchsafed him. Of whom were they talking, and what were they going to do at midnight tomorrow? He did not leave his cousin's side again.
I can't make myself drunk." For some moments past La Faloise's face opposite had excited his displeasure. He began sneering and giving vent to disagreeable witticisms. La Faloise, whose brain was in a whirl, was behaving very restlessly and squeezing up against Gaga.
Then as La Faloise passed by, she contented herself by remarking to him: "Listen, my friend, you like 'em well advanced, you do! You don't want 'em ripe; you want 'em mildewed!" La Faloise seemed much annoyed and not a little anxious. Seeing Clarisse making game of him, he grew suspicious of her. "No humbug, I say," he muttered. "You've taken my handkerchief. Well then, give it back!"
She was talking sedately with the chief clerk and seemed to be interested in that stout individual's conversation. Assuredly he must have been deceiving himself. There was no "little rift" there at all. It was a pity. "You're not coming down then?" La Faloise shouted up to him from the entrance hall. And out on the pavement, as they separated, they once more repeated: "Tomorrow, at Nana's."
"There's a man with Lucy." He was looking at the stage box on the second tier to his right, the front of which Caroline and Lucy were occupying. At the back of this box were observable the worthy countenance of Caroline's mother and the side face of a tall young man with a noble head of light hair and an irreproachable getup. "Do look!" La Faloise again insisted. "There's a man there."
But he interrupted himself on seeing La Faloise in the act of bowing to some persons who occupied the box opposite. He appeared surprised. "What?" he queried. "You know the Count Muffat de Beuville?" "Oh, for a long time back," replied Hector. "The Muffats had a property near us. I often go to their house. The count's with his wife and his father-in-law, the Marquis de Chouard."
Then suddenly they vanished behind a great clump of trees growing in the middle of the Hippodrome. "Don't talk about it!" cried Georges, who was still full of hope. "It isn't over yet. The Englishman's touched." But La Faloise was again seized with contempt for his country and grew positively outrageous in his applause of Spirit. Bravo! That was right! France needed it!
Mignon swore that the piece would never finish, and when Fauchery and La Faloise left them in order to go up to the foyer he took Steiner's arm and, leaning hard against his shoulder, whispered in his ear: "You're going to see my wife's costume for the second act, old fellow. It IS just blackguardly." Upstairs in the foyer three glass chandeliers burned with a brilliant light.
As a matter of fact, each of the gentlemen, whether Foucarmont, Steiner, La Faloise or Fauchery, had borne away some of it on their bootsoles. And Muffat, whom the bloodstain preoccupied as much as it did Zoe, kept studying it in his own despite, as though in its gradual rosy disappearance he would read the number of men that passed.
Nana was in hopes that they would end there, when La Faloise sprang from the step in order to receive Gaga and her daughter Amelie in his trembling arms. That brought the number up to eleven people. Their installation proved a laborious undertaking. There were five spare rooms at La Mignotte, one of which was already occupied by Mme Lerat and Louiset.
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