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Updated: June 3, 2025
As her room was just above the terrace, the leaves of a great chestnut-tree growing before the door soon gleamed with a green hue, and Servigny kept his eyes fixed on this pale light in the foliage, in which at times he thought he saw a shadow pass. But suddenly the light went out. Madame Obardi gave a great sigh. "My daughter has gone to bed," she said.
Madame Obardi murmured: "But she must not stay like that," Then, at the suggestion of Servigny, they all gathered under the window, shouting in chorus: "Hip! hip! hurrah! Mam'zelle Yvette." Their clamor rose in the calm night, through the transparent air beneath the moon, over the sleeping country; and they heard it die away in the distance like the sound of a disappearing train.
And the beggar who gives his sweetheart twenty sous gets as much return as I would for ten thousand francs from some Obardi, no younger and no less stupid perhaps than this nondescript. What nonsense!" He said nothing for a few minutes; then he began again: "All the same, it would be good to become Yvette's first lover. Oh! for that I would give "
The Marquise, disturbed, waited a moment, and, as Yvette said nothing more, she asked: "How did he tell you that? Explain yourself!" Then the young girl, sitting at her mother's feet, in a coaxing attitude common with her, and clasping her hands, added: "He asked me to marry him." Madame Obardi made a sudden gesture of stupefaction and cried: "Servigny! Why! you are crazy!"
They generally have fine eyes and glorious hair, the true physique of the profession, an intoxicating grace, a seductiveness which drives men to folly, an unwholesome, irresistible charm! They conquer like the highwaymen of old. They are rapacious creatures; true birds of prey. I like them, too." "The Marquise Obardi is one of the type of these elegant good-for-nothings.
Silently he offered her his arm and they went down the long drawing-room together. Saval was not alone, for the Marquise Obardi had rejoined him. She conversed with him on ordinary and fashionable subjects with a seductiveness in her tones which intoxicated him. And, looking at her with his mental eye, it seemed to him that her lips, uttered words far different from those which they formed.
The Marquise approached, and, speaking in low tones, as people do to a convalescent, said: "Well, are you better? Won't you eat an egg?" "No, thanks, nothing at all." Madame Obardi sat down near the bed. They remained without saying anything, then, finally, as her daughter stayed quiet, with her hands inert upon the bedclothes, she asked: "Don't you intend to get up?"
He had on hand countless affairs of passion. As they reached the Vaudeville theater, he asked: "Have you warned that lady that you are going to take me to her house to see her?" Servigny began to laugh: "Forewarn the Marquise Obardi! Do you warn an omnibus driver that you shall enter his stage at the corner of the boulevard?"
They say that her real name, her maiden name for she still has every claim to the title of maiden except that of innocence is Octavia Bardin, from which she constructs the name Obardi by prefixing the first letter of her first name and dropping the last letter of the last name." "Moreover, she is a lovable woman, and you, from your physique, are inevitably bound to become her lover.
But you two ought to have very interesting things to say to each other up there, above the heads of us all so, by-bye." And she left them quickly, going to the orchestra to make the musicians strike up a quadrille. Madame Obardi seemed preoccupied. In a soft voice she said to Servigny: "You are always teasing her. You will warp her character and bring out many bad traits."
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