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Updated: April 30, 2025
As soon as they had taken their coffee on the terrace, the Marquise asked: "Well, darling, are you going to take a walk today with your friend Servigny? It is a good time to enjoy the coolness under the trees." Yvette gave her a quick glance. "No, mamma, I am not going out to-day." The Marquise appeared annoyed, and insisted. "Oh, go and take a stroll, my child, it is excellent for you."
With a loud laugh Servigny caught it near her tresses and imprinted on the spot where he had seized it a long kiss without Yvette withdrawing her forehead. Then she exclaimed as she rose: "That is better than a novel. Now let us go to La Grenouillere." They reached that part of the island which is set out as a park and shaded with great trees.
She gave one hand to Servigny, who kissed it, and dropping her fan on its little gold chain, she gave the other to Saval, saying to him: "You are welcome, Baron, all the Duke's friends are at home here." Then she fixed her brilliant eyes upon the Colossus who had just been introduced to her.
Servigny, who was standing opposite him, exclaimed in his insolent way: "PARBLEU! he is cheating!" The Russian put his hand on his heart and held out the gold piece to his rival, saying: "Toss it yourself, my dear Duke." Servigny took it and spinning it up, said: "Head." It was tail. He bowed and pointing to the pillar of the balcony said: "Climb up, Prince."
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?"
And Servigny began to imitate the trumpet, while the two newcomers made believe to beat the drum. Monsieur de Belvigne, a little confused, said in a low tone: "Mademoiselle Yvette, be reasonable, you will compromise yourself." She answered: "It is you whom I am compromising, Raisine. As for me, I don't care much about it. To-morrow it will not occur.
A slight, almost inaudible movement took place beneath the table. Servigny resumed: "Mam'zelle Yvette, you will make me believe that you are in love if you keep on being as good as that. Now, with whom could you be in love? Let us think together, if you will; I put aside the army of vulgar sighers. I'll only take the principal ones. Is it Prince Kravalow?"
No one claimed the privilege. "Come, Belvigne, courage!" "Thank you, my dear boy, I am thinking of my bones." "Come, Chevalier, you must be used to scaling walls." "I give my place to you, my dear Duke." "Ha, ha, that is just what I expected." Servigny, with a keen eye, turned to the pillar.
As Yvette did not answer the Marquise said: "I only hope that nothing has happened. I am beginning to be afraid." Then Servigny, plucking red roses from a big rosebush trained along the wall and buds not yet opened, began to throw them into the room through the window. At the first rose that fell at her side, Yvette started and almost cried out.
Servigny took care to shelter what she bore to her mouth, to guard her glass, to hold his handkerchief stretched out over her head like a roof. But the Marquise, disgusted, became nervous, and the end of the dinner came quickly. Yvette, who had not forgotten Servigny's proposition, said to him: "Now we'll go to the island."
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