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That we spoil his things? A fine set of things he has to spoil! I broke his last cup yesterday and am forced to fetch the milk in this comic concern." So saying, laughing with all her might, Rose-Pompon drew her pretty little white arm from under her cloak, and presented to Mother Arsene one of those champagne glasses of colossal capacity, which hold about a bottle.
"M. Rodin," said Rose-Pompon, in a solemn voice, "I have very important things to say to you, and advice to ask about a love affair." "Why, little madcap that you are! have you nobody to tease in your own house, that you must come here?" "I lodge in this house, M. Rodin," answered Rose-Pompon, laying a malicious stress on the name of her victim. "You?
Then, turning towards Rose-Pompon, who was more and more surprised at hearing so fine a lady call the workgirl her sister, she added: "I am ready whenever you please, mademoiselle."
Rodin waited for some moments with angry impatience, thinking the voice would continue; but Rose-Pompon was silent, or only continued to hum, and soon changed to another air, that of the Good Pope, which she entoned, but without words. Rodin, not venturing to look out of his window to see who was this troublesome warbler, shrugged his shoulders, resumed his pen, and continued: "To it again.
"To be sure," said Rose-Pompon, twisting about as if she still wore the costume of a debardeur. "I will say more," added Rodin: "I love him because of his follies; for, talk as we may, my dear child, there is always something good at bottom, a good heart, or something, in those who spend generously their money for other people."
He's rather too ugly. The girls like to dance with him because he makes people laugh but that's all. Little Rose-Pompon, who is such a pretty creature, has taken him as a harmless chap-her-own, in the absence of her student." "The coaches! the coaches!" exclaimed the crowd, all with one voice.
"Not more?" "I should think not." "Oh! very good!" said Rose-Pompon. Then, turning towards the greengrocer, she said to her, after a moment's reflection: "Mother Arsene, if Philemon should come home, you will tell him I have gone out on business." "Yes, mademoiselle." "And that he must not forget to feed my pigeons, which are in his study." "Yes, mademoiselle." "Good-bye, Mother Arsene."
That moment the door was opened, and Cephyse, ran towards it. She saw in the passage a deputation headed by Ninny Moulin, who was armed with his formidable rattle, and followed by Rose-Pompon and Sleepinbuff. "The Bacchanal Queen! or I poison myself with a glass of water;" cried Ninny Moulin.
Cephyse has just breathed her last sigh, without recovering her senses." "Unfortunate girl!" said Adrienne, with emotion; and for the moment she forgot Rose-Pompon. "We must keep this sad news from Mother Bunch, and only let her know it hereafter, with great caution," resumed Agricola. "Luckily, little Rose Pompon knows nothing about it."
And he pointed to the grisette, who was now stooping down by the side of the workgirl. On hearing Agricola speak so familiarly of Rose-Pompon, Adrienne's amazement increased. It is impossible to describe what she felt; yet, strangely enough, her sufferings grew less and less, and her anxiety diminished, as she listened to the chatter of the grisette.
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