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She ran with quick little steps as women do in crowds, and called out: "Ah! How is Muscade? How do you do, Muscade?" Her features wore an expression of the bloom of life, the illumination of happiness. Her white flesh seemed to shine, the golden-white flesh which goes with red hair.

She seemed to enjoy the crowding, and stared at the girls with a calm and gracious glance. "Look at that one, Muscade," she said. "What pretty hair she has! They seem to be having such fun!" As the pianist, a boatman dressed in red with a huge straw hat, began a waltz, Yvette grasped her companion and they danced so long and madly that everybody looked at them.

And with a look, she pointed out a group of men who were looking at them from a little distance. Said Servigny to her: "As many follies as YOU may please, Mam'zelle." In speaking to Yvette, Servigny never used the word "Mademoiselle," by reason of his close and long intimacy with her. Then Saval asked: "Why does Mademoiselle always call my friend Servigny 'Muscade'?"

Come! what does this nonsense mean?" She murmured: "My poor Muscade, I was so unhappy." He squeezed her hand: "And that led you into a pretty scrape! Come, you must promise me not to try it again." She did not reply, but nodded her head slightly with an almost imperceptible smile. He drew from his pocket the letter which he had found on the table: "Had I better show this to your mother?"

Muscade, how do you do, Muscade?" she repeated. Servigny shook her hand violently, as he would a man's, and said: "Mademoiselle Yvette, my friend, Baron Saval." "Good evening, Monsieur. Are you always as tall as that?" Servigny replied in that bantering tone which he always used with her, in order to conceal his mistrust and his uncertainty: "No, Mam'zelle.

A great shout of joy rang out from all mouths, while the poor pianist, bewildered, paddled, swore, coughed, and spluttered, and though sticking in the mud managed to get to the shore. His hat which floated down the stream was picked up by a boat. Yvette danced with joy, clapping and repeating: "Oh! Muscade, what fun! what fun!"

"Muscade, I want to go in bathing," she said. "We'll go into the river together." "At your service," said he. They went to the bath-office to get bathing-suits. She was ready the first, and stood on the bank waiting for him, smiling on everyone who looked at her. Then side by side they went into the luke-warm water.

He puzzled over this, and as he was speaking very close to her, he received full in the face her fresh breath, which seemed to him just as delicious to inhale. Then he thought that this evasive perfume which he was trying to recognize was perhaps only evoked by her charming eyes, and was merely a sort of deceptive emanation of her young and alluring grace. "That is agreed, isn't it, Muscade?

You have a chance perhaps. Persevere, Muscade, be devoted, ardent, submissive, full of little attentions and considerations, docile to my slightest caprices, ready for anything to please me, and we shall see later." "But, Mam'zelle, I would rather furnish all you demand afterward than beforehand, if it be the same to you." She asked with an artless air: "After what, Muscade?"

"To whom, then?" "Why, to mamma, of course." He burst into laughter. "To your mother. No, that is too much!" She had suddenly become very grave, and looking him straight in the eyes, said: "Listen, Muscade, if you really love me enough to marry me, speak to mamma first, and I will answer you afterward."