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Updated: June 19, 2025
From the effects of this impudent story Madame Lecoeur had not yet recovered; she wore a doleful appearance, and her eyes were quite yellow with spleen. That morning, however, it was for Madame Quenu that the old maid had a shock in store. She looked round the counter, and then in her most gentle voice remarked: "I saw Monsieur Quenu last night.
But the old maid stamped impatiently whilst she repeated: "No, no; I've no time. I'm in a great hurry to see Madame Lecoeur. I've just learnt something and no mistake. You can come with me, if you like." As a matter of fact, she had simply gone through the fruit market for the purpose of enticing La Sarriette to go with her. The girl could not refuse temptation.
When she had at last carried a definite reply to Madame Quenu, Mademoiselle Saget hurried off to find Madame Lecoeur and La Sarriette; and all three of them took up their position on the footway at the corner of the fish market, just in front of the pork shop. Here they would be certain to have a good view of every detail of the meeting.
And yet it almost seemed as though it were not the cheeses but the vile words of Madame Lecoeur and Mademoiselle Saget that diffused this awful odour. "I'm very much obliged to you, indeed I am," said the butter dealer. "If ever I get rich, you shall not find yourself forgotten." The old maid still lingered in the stall. Taking up a Bondon, she turned it round, and put it down on the slab again.
It was a very solemn affair. When La Normande at last turned the corner of the Rue Pirouette the excitement was so great that the women held their breath. "She has got her diamonds on," murmured La Sarriette. "Just look how she stalks along," added Madame Lecoeur; "the stuck-up creature!" The beautiful Norman was, indeed, advancing with the mien of a queen who condescends to make peace.
"You remember," said Madame Lecoeur, "that we saw him one morning with his boots all split, and his clothes covered with dust, looking just like a thief who's been up to some roguery. That fellow quite frightens me." "Well, he's certainly very thin," said La Sarriette, "but he isn't ugly." Mademoiselle Saget was reflecting, and she expressed her thoughts aloud.
"Oh, he's the fat woman's sweetheart, I tell you!" reaffirmed the fish-girl; "some scamp or vagabond picked up in the streets. It's easy enough to see it." "She has given him a complete outfit," remarked Madame Lecoeur. "He must be costing her a pretty penny." "Yes, yes," muttered the old maid; "perhaps you are right. I must really get to know something about him."
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