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We advise her to refer, for the answer, to the little girl who ate too much jam. Her mother said to her: 'You will injure your stomach. The child replied: 'It's only ladies who have stomachs; little girls haven't any." "Heavens, how silly you are, doctor!" cried Nanteuil. "I would you spoke the truth, mademoiselle. Silliness is the capacity for happiness. It is the sovereign content.
Madame Nanteuil, despite her years, had resumed an old lover, out of her love for her child, that she might not want for anything. She had renewed her former liaison with Tony Meyer, the picture-dealer in the Rue de Clichy. Tony Meyer was a poor substitute for Girmandel; he was none too free with his money.
Madame Nanteuil, the servant, the coke fire, the lamp, the plate of sausage, awaited Félicie in depressing silence. The clock struck one. Chevalier's suffering had by this time attained the serenity of a flood tide. He was now certain. The cabs were not so frequent and their wheels echoed more loudly along the street. The rumbling of one of these cabs suddenly ceased outside the house.
But amusing bloodshed, and comical murder. Life is a burlesque catastrophe, a terrible comedy, the mask of carnival over blood-stained cheeks. That is what life means to the artist; the artist on the stage, and the artist in action." Nanteuil uneasily sought a meaning in these confused phrases.
"Aimé," replied Nanteuil. "Aimé Chevalier, I have noticed in his system certain disorders of sensibility, vision and motor control, ordinary indications of " He went to fetch a book from a shelf of his library. "It's a thousand chances that I shall find something to confirm my diagnosis in the lectures of Professor Ball on mental diseases." He turned over the leaves of the book.
Nanteuil turned to the doctor. She was wearing a big lawn bonnet with a tall round coif; it was bound tightly upon her head with a wide blue ribbon, and its lappets, one above another, fell on either side of her face, shading her forehead and cheeks. She had transformed herself into a fiery blonde. Reddish-brown hair fell in curls about her shoulders.
Is this not melodious madness, and is this picture of the distraught priest, setting forth to sail the seas with his dead lady, not an invention that Nanteuil might have illustrated, and the clan of Bousingots approved? The Second Chimera opens nobly:
But it was permissible to speak of Girmandel to Madame Nanteuil, who saw nothing that was other than respectable in the relations of her household with the Government official, who was well-to-do, married, and the father of two charming daughters. To bring Girmandel's name into the conversation he had only to resort to a stratagem. Chevalier hit upon one which he thought was ingenious.
But, sad to say, in our advance we went by a road farther east, and quite out of reach of you, and crossed the Marne at a place called Nanteuil. I got your first letter about one day's march south of Mons. Best love, dearest M . Write again. Isn't that a calm way to state such a trying experience as that retreat? It is only a sample of a soldier's letter.
As for her lovers, magnificent men, just ask Madame Michon. Why, in less than two years she made mere shadows of them, mere puffs of breath. That's the way she controlled them! And supposing anyone had told her that she was lost to art!" Dr. Trublet extended his two hands, palms outward, towards Nanteuil, as though to stop her. "Do not excite yourself, my child. Madame Doulce is sincere.
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