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Of the remaining four dollars she spent more than one on lunches, there were dresses and underclothing, shoes and stockings to buy, in spite of darning and mending; little treats with Eda that mounted up; and occasionally the dentist for Janet would not neglect her teeth as Lise neglected hers. She managed to save something, but it was very little.
She had hoped to discover the identity of the man who had taken Lise to Gruber's, but she did not attempt to continue the conversation. She rose and took off her hat. "Why don't you go to bed?" she asked. "I'll tell mother you have a headache and bring in your supper." "Well, I don't care if I do," replied Lise, gratefully.
But presently, when she heard Lise sigh, she could contain herself no longer. "I don't see how you can read such stuff as that," she exclaimed. "It's it's horrible." "Horrible?" Lise repeated. Janet swung round from the washbasin, her hands dripping. "Instead of getting seventy five thousand dollars she ought to be tarred and feathered. She's nothing but a blackmailer."
"Ah!" said he, "your pupil does you honour. She reads quite fluently, you know, and understands the fine books you send her. You read to me of an evening now, don't you, Lise?" She raised her candid eyes, and gazed at Antoine with a smile of infinite gratitude. "Oh! whatever he'll teach me," she said, "I'll learn it, and do it." The others laughed gently.
At last, Pyotr Ilyitch!” cried Madame Hohlakov, beaming all over as she saw Perhotin enter the room. “You are late, you are late! Well, sit down, speak, put us out of suspense. What does the counsel say. Where are you off to, Alexey Fyodorovitch?” “To Lise.” “Oh, yes. You won’t forget, you won’t forget what I asked you? It’s a question of life and death!”
When the waltz was finished the child came and made me a pretty curtsy. I would have played for her all day, but the father thought she had danced enough so, instead, I sang the Neapolitan song that Vitalis had taught me. Lise stood opposite me, moving her lips as though repeating the words. Then, suddenly, she turned round and threw herself into her father's arms, crying.
How good you will be, if you can manage to have her sent for." To secure an interview for which the mother and daughter were both so desirous, they came together to the chapel at Saint-Cloud, and during mass the poor Lise threw glances at the Emperor which made the young ladies blush who witnessed them, and were, nevertheless, all in vain, for the Emperor remained unmoved.
"You mustn't tell me you don't like Cotuits!" he exclaimed. She touched one, delicately, with her fork. "They're alive!" she exclaimed, though the custom of consuming them thus was by no means unknown to her. Lise had often boasted of a taste for oysters on the shell, though really preferring them smothered with red catsup in a "cocktail." "They're alive, but they don't know it.
It was as though the conflicting soul of the city and her own soul were one.... Lise was the only member of the Bumpus family who did not find uncongenial such distractions and companionships as were offered by the civilization that surrounded them.
She didn't know what to do with little Lise and while she was wondering an English lady and her little sick son came along the canal in a barge. They talked. And the English lady, who was looking for some one to play with her son, for he was tired of being always alone, said she would take Lise along and she would educate the little girl.
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