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Updated: June 21, 2025
Servigny murmured: "Oh, yes, there is," and leaped feet foremost into the river. His plunge cast a splash over as far as Yvette's feet. A murmur of astonishment and gaiety arose in the crowd. Then the young girl picked up from the ground a little piece of wood, and throwing it into the stream: "Fetch it," she cried.
"If you will have it, you have been poisoned." I told her of my suspicions, and how they had been confirmed by Yvette's avowal. She shivered, and then stood up and came towards me. "Do you mean to say that Carlotta Deschamps and my own maid have conspired together to poison me simply because I am going to sing in a certain piece at a certain theatre? It's impossible!" "But it is true.
If you wish to marry some honest man, so much the better; still better will it be if I can find one. If you don't consent to do this, I will kill myself. "This time the comtesse ordered her daughter to go to bed and never to speak again in this manner, so unbecoming in the mouth of a child toward her mother. "Yvette's answer to this was: 'I give you a month to reflect.
If you can't have a little fit, on the rare occasions when you see a snake, without fools saying you are ill or dotty or something, it is a pity! Anyhow there is one small woman who understands, and if she can't marry you she can at any rate be your inseparable pal and if the Piffling Little World likes to talk scandal, in spite of Auntie Yvette's presence why it will be amusing. Cable, Darling!
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 maid had come back bringing a druggist's bottle which Servigny opened and from which he poured out half upon a handkerchief. Then he applied it to Yvette's nose, causing her to choke. "Good, she breathes," said he. "It will be nothing." And he bathed her temples, cheeks, and neck with the pungent liquid.
A cool freshness of damp earth permeated the air under the lofty and clustered branches, where there seemed to be as many nightingales as there were leaves. A distant piano began to play a popular waltz. Servigny took Yvette's arm and very gently slipped his hand around her waist and gave her a slight hug. "What are you thinking about?" he said. "I? About nothing at all. I am very happy!"
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