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Marguerite made a gesture as if to say, "Oh, it is long since that I have done with propriety!" At that moment Nanine appeared. "Is supper ready?" asked Marguerite. "Yes, madame, in one moment." "Apropos," said Prudence to me, "you have not looked round; come, and I will show you." As you know, the drawing-room was a marvel.
Come, gentlemen, supper!" And, slipping away from Gaston, Marguerite made him sit on her right at table, me on her left, then called to Nanine: "Before you sit down, tell them in the kitchen not to open to anybody if there is a ring." This order was given at one o'clock in the morning. We laughed, drank, and ate freely at this supper.
"I think that you are two children who haven't an atom of sense between you; but I also think that I am very hungry, and that the sooner you consent the sooner we shall have supper." "Come," said Marguerite, "there is room for the three of us in my carriage." "By the way," she added, turning to me, "Nanine will be gone to bed. You must open the door; take my key, and try not to lose it again."
Throwing her arms round my neck, she said to me: "Have you seen Prudence?" "No." "You were a long time in Paris." "I found letters from my father to which I had to reply." A few minutes afterward Nanine entered, all out of breath. Marguerite rose and talked with her in whispers. When Nanine had gone out Marguerite sat down by me again and said, taking my hand: "Why did you deceive me?
He stood on one leg, like a stork, his eyes blazing with rage, chagrin, hope and expectancy. He had not yet been invited to the king's table, although Francezka had, and this man, who was capable of writing Nanine, and The Tattler, was in acute misery because he had not been asked to take a seat at a certain table!
I write you these details from her house, in the midst of my tears and under the lamp which burns sadly beside a dinner which I can not touch, as you can imagine, but which Nanine has got for me, for I have eaten nothing for twenty-four hours.
When Armand, with the terrible words, 'Look, all of you, I owe this woman nothing! flung the gold and bank-notes at the half-swooning Marguerite, Lena cowered beside me and covered her face with her hands. The curtain rose on the bedroom scene. By this time there wasn't a nerve in me that hadn't been twisted. Nanine alone could have made me cry.
"Come, come, madame, be calm," said Nanine; "your nerves are a bit upset to-night." "This dress worries me," continued Marguerite, unhooking her bodice; "give me a dressing-gown. Well, and Prudence?" "She has not come yet, but I will send her to you, madame, the moment she comes."
Well, I have already told you a hundred times, No; you simply worry me, and you might as well go somewhere else. I repeat to you to-day, for the last time, I don't want to have anything to do with you; that's settled. Good-bye. Here's Nanine coming in; she can light you to the door. Good-night."
Every time that I saw a woman at a distance, I fancied it was Nanine bringing me an answer. I passed through the Rue d'Antin without even coming across a commissionaire. I went to Very's in the Palais Royal. The waiter gave me something to eat, or rather served up to me whatever he liked, for I ate nothing. In spite of myself, my eyes were constantly fixed on the clock.
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