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Turning round, Nana could see the walking party hesitating and then returning the way they had come without crossing the bridge. Mme Hugon was leaning silently on Count Muffat's arm, and so sad was her look that no one dared comfort her. "I say, did you see Fauchery, dear?" Nana shouted to Lucy, who was leaning out of the carriage in front. "What a brute he was! He shall pay out for that.
"Exactly, my good friend. I've bet ten louis now, has she thighs?" And he fell a-laughing, for he was delighted to have succeeded in snubbing a fellow who had once come heavily down on him for asking whether the countess slept with anyone. But Fauchery, without showing the very slightest astonishment, looked fixedly at him. "Get along, you idiot!" he said finally as he shrugged his shoulders.
But they were silenced when, still leaning on the old man's arm, Count Muffat reappeared with blanched cheeks and eyes reddened as if by recent weeping. "I bet they've been chatting about hell," muttered Fauchery in a bantering tone. The Countess Sabine overheard the remark.
Fauchery, at sight of that respectable Mme Hugon, that motherly face lit up with such a kindly smile beneath its broad tresses of white hair, thought how foolish he had been to suspect the Countess Sabine even for an instant. Nevertheless, the big chair with the red silk upholsteries in which the countess sat had attracted his attention.
"Where?" queried Fauchery with growing surprise. "Upstairs in a dressing room. Yes, she has, indeed, and with such distinction! She's got a way of glancing at you as she goes by you something like this, you know!" And eggcup in hand, he endeavored to imitate Nana, quite forgetting his dignity in his frantic desire to convince the others. Fauchery gazed at him in a state of stupefaction.
"Yes, she told me so. In fact, she did receive my visit, and she invited me. Midnight punctually, after the play." The banker was beaming. He winked and added with a peculiar emphasis on the words: "You've worked it, eh?" "Eh, what?" said Fauchery, pretending not to understand him. "She wanted to thank me for my article, so she came and called on me." "Yes, yes. You fellows are fortunate.
He had only just come up, and he was already howling complaints about two chorus girls who had nearly fallen flat on the stage because they were playing the fool together. When his eye lit on Mignon and Fauchery he called them; he wanted to show them something. The prince had just notified a desire to compliment Nana in her dressing room during the next interval.
Suddenly in the bouncing child the woman stood discovered, a woman full of restless suggestion, who brought with her the delirium of sex and opened the gates of the unknown world of desire. Nana was smiling still, but her smile was now bitter, as of a devourer of men. "By God," said Fauchery quite simply to La Faloise.
The entrance hall was now empty, while beyond it was still heard the long-drawn rumble of the boulevard. "As though they were always funny, those pieces of theirs!" Lucy kept repeating as she climbed the stair. In the house Fauchery and La Faloise, in front of their stalls, were gazing about them anew. By this time the house was resplendent.
But Bosc just then came in with supreme tranquillity. "Eh? What? What do they want me for? Oh, it's my turn! You ought to have said so. All right! Simonne gives the cue: 'Here are the guests, and I come in. Which way must I come in?" "Through the door, of course," cried Fauchery in great exasperation. "Yes, but where is the door?"
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