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"Just imagine to yourself, my great apostle," said Rose-Pompon, "a little old man, who has two rooms at the bottom of that court. He never sleeps there, but comes from time to time, and shuts himself up for hours, without ever allowing any one to enter his lodging, and without any one knowing what he does there." "He is a conspirator," said Ninny Moulin, laughing, "or else a comer."
"It's not here," said he, moving towards the stairs. "I do not know him. Inquire above or below." "No, you don't! giving yourself airs at your age!" said Rose-Pompon, shrugging her shoulders. "As if we did not know that you are M. Rodin." "Charlemagne," said the socius, bowing; "Charlemagne, to serve you if I am able."
"My dear child, I am no longer inclined to laugh," said Rodin, with so sorrowful an air, that Rose-Pompon, reproaching herself with her pleasantry, said to him: "But how comes it that you know Cephyse?" "Alas! I do not know her but a young fellow, that I like excessively " "Jacques Rennepont?" "Otherwise called Sleepinbuff. He is now in prison for debt," sighed Rodin. "I saw him yesterday."
For his peroration, Ninny Moulin imitated the pop of uncorking a bottle of champagne which made Rose-Pompon laugh heartily. "And what," resumed she, "will be the name of your journal of sacristans?" "It will be called 'Neighborly Love." "Come! that is a very pretty name." "Wait a little! there is a second title." "Let us hear it."
Rose-Pompon, formerly a fringe-maker, was about seventeen years old, and had the prettiest and most winning little face imaginable. She was gayly dressed in debardeur costume. Her powdered wig, over which was smartly cocked on one side an orange and green cap laced with silver, increased the effect of her bright black eyes, and of her round, carnation cheeks.
At other times, on the contrary, in spite of a conscious sense of her own value, Mdlle. de Cardoville, remembering the charming countenance of Rose-Pompon, asked herself if the bad taste and improper manners of this pretty creature resulted from precocious and depraved effrontery, or from a complete ignorance of the usages of society.
Thank heaven, I have no reason to complain of Prince Charming that is the pet name I gave him on the contrary, he has made me very happy. If I left him, it was against his will, and because I chose." So saying, Rose-Pompon, whose heart was swelling in spite of her fine airs, could not repress a sigh. "Yes, madame," she resumed, "I left him because I chose for he quite doted on me.
I am only seventeen but no matter I might go on talking till tomorrow, and you would not be any the wiser. So let me kiss you once more, and don't be down-hearted nor Cephyse either, do you hear? for I shall be close at hand." And, stooping still lower, Rose-Pompon cordially embraced Mother Bunch.
If Adrienne's first impression at sight of Rose-Pompon had been horribly painful, reflection soon awakened doubts, which were to become shortly ineffable hopes.
"Only to think that such a monster is the favorite of all the churchgoers!" said Rose-Pompon, opening the door as she finished fastening her dress. "So! you have at last returned to the dovecot, you stray girl!" said Ninny Moulin, folding his arms, and looking at Rose-Pompon with comic seriousness. "And where may you have been, I pray? For three days the naughty little bird has left its nest."
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