When she openly ate a stick of _sucre d'orge_ after this, I said nothing.

When she applauded with both hands, I endured in silence.

At length the performance came to a close and the curtain fell.

Madame de Marignan had left before the last act, so I ran no danger of encountering her on the way out; but I was profoundly miserable, nevertheless.

As for Josephine, she, poor child, had not enjoyed her evening at all, and was naturally out of temper.