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She had arrived very early she was, in fact, one of the first to come in a landau adorned with silver and drawn, a la Daumont, by four splendid white horses. This landau was a present from Count Muffat.
He, who had never seen the Countess Muffat putting on her garters, was witnessing, amid that wild disarray of jars and basins and that strong, sweet perfume, the intimate details of a woman's toilet.
Muffat and he exchanged a despairing glance, while she put her arms akimbo in order to shout more loudly than before. "Come now, will you soon have done insulting me? I'm glad you've come, too, dear boy, because now you see the clearance'll be quite complete. Now then, gee up! Out you go!"
Five carriages would come out from Orleans, take up the company after lunch and bring them back to dinner at La Mignotte at about seven. It would be delightful. That evening, as his wont was, Count Muffat mounted the hill to ring at the outer gate. But the brightly lit windows and the shouts of laughter astonished him.
It was this man Fontan then whom Nana had been to fetch at the Varieties every day for a week past, for she was smitten with that fierce sort of passion which the grimacing ugliness of a low comedian is wont to inspire in the genus courtesan. "There!" she said, pointing him out with tragic gesture. Muffat, who hitherto had pocketed everything, rebelled at this affront. "Bitch!" he stammered.
Nay, amid all the scurry the whistle blower even took a few turns, stepping short as he did so, in order to rest his legs. "His Highness overwhelms me," said Bordenave, still bowing low. "The theater is not large, but we do what we can. Now if His Highness deigns to follow me " Count Muffat was already making for the dressing-room passage.
They would never get her to believe that Fauchery had not put the Count Muffat off coming! A regular snake was that Fauchery, an envious sort, a fellow capable of growing mad against a woman and of destroying her whole happiness. For she knew this the count had become madly devoted to her! She could have had him! "Him, my dear, never!" cried Vandeuvres, forgetting himself and laughing loud.
One December evening three months afterward Count Muffat was strolling in the Passage des Panoramas. The evening was very mild, and owing to a passing shower, the passage had just become crowded with people. There was a perfect mob of them, and they thronged slowly and laboriously along between the shops on either side.
On certain days she would very nearly go mad and would smash everything, wearing herself out in tempest of love and anger, but pretty all the time. Zoe must have excited her, for the maid took her into corners as if she wanted to tell her about her great design of which she as yet spoke to no one. At times, however, Count Muffat was still singularly revolted.
There was a pause in the talk, and some solemn moments passed silently by in the lofty room. Two young men were whispering, but they ceased in their turn, and the hushed step of Count Muffat was alone audible as he crossed the floor.
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