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Updated: June 22, 2025
So, when they would go to the theatre, and the box held only five Engracigna, her husband, Fabio, and the three young ladies, Maria-José knew beforehand that her sister, snugly wrapped in her opera-cloak, would come to her and say gently, in that purring voice of hers: "You'll stay at home with the children tonight, won't you, Zézé?
Overcome at last, humiliated, powerless, she broke into tears, and this unforeseen denouement put an end at once to all the pleasure of the dinner. "Zézé! Zézé! What ails you?..."
She looked at the spoiled suit of the prince very sadly, and said generously: "Well, I'll give him half of the mushrooms though really he didn't gather them; and I had to carry the basket." "Mooshrooms!" howled the baron. "Vhat is mooshrooms wiz cloze? Zeze English, zey are all mad!"
Zey do not follow you you are what you say too clevaire? But still zey come." Tom listened, his heart in his throat at the thought of being turned out of this home where he had hoped for shelter. "We are already suspect," Florette explained. "My pappa, he fought for France long ago. But so zey hate him. My name zey get how old All zeze zings zey write down everyzing. Zey come for me soon.
As he came to a close, the poet raised his cup of sparkling wine and, in exalted voice, drank to the health of Zézé amidst the loud huzzahs of all present. "Long live Aunt Zézé! Hurrah for Aunt Zézé!" cried the children, glass in hand, while the nieces laughed loudly, blushing to the ears, for they had understood very well the poet's reference to future "younger households."
At the belt of her white dress bloomed a rose; a little blood, set pulsing by her agitated heart, brought a feeble color to her marble cheeks, from which now protruded her long nose in a manner less displeasing than usual. "See, mamma," remarked one of the nieces, "doesn't Zézé look like a young girl today?" They dined amidst merry chatter.
Older than she, almost forty, but having preserved all the attractiveness of youth, a black moustache, a vigorous, yet graceful figure, eyes still bright, charming and wide-awake, Monjardin, without knowing it, had conquered Zézé. This had come about in a rather curious manner.
For, in the minds of the mother and her daughters, who were moreover of a frivolous and indifferent sort, Zézé had grown to be the type, very vague, to be sure, but the eternal type of young girl of marriagable years who always should be well dressed and smiling.
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