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Updated: June 17, 2025
I loved Nanine tenderly; and Gaston, how one clung to that good fellow! The New Year's presents were not too much; nothing could be too much now. I wept unrestrainedly. Even the handkerchief in my breast-pocket, worn for elegance and not at all for use, was wet through by the time that moribund woman sank for the last time into the arms of her lover.
"Quite right. I had forgotten." This word upset all the reflections I had had during the day. Nevertheless, I was beginning to get used to her ways, and I did not leave her, as I should certainly have done once. We entered. Nanine had already opened the door. "Has Prudence come?" said Marguerite. "No, madame." "Say that she is to be admitted as soon as she comes.
A couple of jack-rabbits, run in off the prairie, could not have been more innocent of what awaited them than were Lena and I. Our excitement began with the rise of the curtain, when the moody Varville, seated before the fire, interrogated Nanine. Decidedly, there was a new tang about this dialogue.
"Oh, make yourself easy," she continued, laughing; "however short a time I have to live, I shall live longer than you will love me!" And she went singing into the dining-room. "Where is Nanine?" she said, seeing Gaston and Prudence alone. "She is asleep in your room, waiting till you are ready to go to bed," replied Prudence. "Poor thing, I am killing her! And now gentlemen, it is time to go."
To-morrow or the next day we could start for Mexico, where I had made up my mind to go with her. "Very well," I said aloud; "shut up your trunk and put something round you, and we'll go now." "You will see Nanine? You will speak to her? Let me call her," said Suzee rather anxiously.
"Nanine, or La Prude, which shall we have?" said Lady Delacour: "or what do you think of L'Ecossaise?" "The scene of L'Ecossaise is laid in London," said Belinda; "I should think with an English audience it would therefore be popular." "Yes! so it will," said Lady Delacour: "then let it be L'Ecossaise.
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 was n’t a nerve in me that had n’t been twisted. Nanine alone could have made me cry.
When the hour came for me to go, I embraced her and asked her if she would come with me as far as the train; I hoped that the walk would distract her and that the air would do her good. I wanted especially to be with her as long as possible. She agreed, put on her cloak and took Nanine with her, so as not to return alone. Twenty times I was on the point of not going.
Had she counted on being back in time for me not to perceive her absence, and had she been detained by chance? Why had she said nothing to Nanine, or why had she not written? What was the meaning of those tears, this absence, this mystery?
"Let us have some punch." "It will do you no good, madame," said Nanine. "So much the better. Bring some fruit, too, and a pate or a wing of chicken; something or other, at once. I am hungry." Need I tell you the impression which this scene made upon me, or can you not imagine it? "You are going to have supper with me," she said to me; "meanwhile, take a book.
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