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Nana, whom Philippe and Georges were whisperingly putting in possession of the facts, gave vent to a series of reflections and yet ceased not to laugh and drink. After all, it was quite likely; she remembered such things, and then that Marechal had a dirty, hangdog look. Nevertheless, she was still rather doubtful when Labordette appeared. He was very white. "Well?" she asked in a low voice.
"And he didn't put a single louis on Nana. If the betting's ten to one against Nana he's got nothing to win there. It's absurd to imagine people are so calculating. Where would his interest come in?" Labordette was listening with a quiet expression. Shrugging his shoulders, he said: "Oh, leave them alone; they must have their say.
"He's dreeing us with that handkerchief of his!" she cried. "Why, you ass, why should I have taken it from you?" "Why should you?" he said suspiciously. "Why, that you may send it to my people and compromise me." In the meantime Foucarmont was diligently attacking the liqueurs. He continued to gaze sneeringly at Labordette, who was drinking his coffee in the midst of the ladies.
And Labordette always finished with the same expression: "It is impossible; it would be ridiculous." Each time Muffat heard these words they seemed sharp and keen as a stab. He could not even fight for the woman he loved; people would have burst out laughing.
Dash it, after all, if they have dropped their money and their lives over it, what do I care? It's their fault. I've had nothing to do with it!" "Certainly not," said Labordette with conviction. Zoe ushered in Mignon, and Nana received him smilingly. She had cried a good deal, but it was all over now.
But Vandeuvres caught sight of Labordette and called him, and there was an interchange of brief sentences. "You've scraped everything up?" "Yes." "To what amount?" "Fifteen hundred louis pretty well all over the place." As Nana was visibly listening, and that with much curiosity, they held their tongues.
Twice Labordette showed an inclination to chat, but she grew impatient and nudged him to make him keep silent. The second act was drawing to a close, when two shadows loomed at the back of the theater. They were creeping softly down, avoiding all noise, and Nana recognized Mignon and Count Muffat. They came forward and silently shook hands with Bordenave.
Nana was thoroughly disgusted and gave up the idea of going out. She was dragging herself wearily about the little drawing room when Labordette came up to tell her of a splendid chance of buying magnificent lace and in the course of his remarks casually let slip the information that Georges was dead. The announcement froze her. "Zizi dead!" she cried.
For a moment or two Gaga and her daughter seemed doubtful how to proceed, but Labordette made haste to go and fetch them a conveyance, the door whereof he gallantly shut after them. Nobody saw Daguenet go by.
Curiosity led him to look at the Count de Vandeuvres he was extremely pale, and his lips looked pinched at fat Steiner, whose face was purple to the verge of apoplexy; at Labordette, ogling away with the highly astonished air of a horse dealer admiring a perfectly shaped mare; at Daguenet, whose ears were blood-red and twitching with enjoyment.
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