She shrugged her shoulders, as much as to say: "What do you expect?
I have done all I could." "Nanine!" cried Marguerite.

"Light M.le Comte to the door." We heard the door open and shut.
"At last," cried Marguerite, coming back, "he has gone! That man gets frightfully on my nerves!" "My dear child," said Prudence, "you really treat him too badly, and he is so good and kind to you.

Look at this watch on the mantel-piece, that he gave you: it must have cost him at least three thousand francs, I am sure." And Mme.

Duvernoy began to turn it over, as it lay on the mantel-piece, looking at it with covetous eyes.
"My dear," said Marguerite, sitting down to the piano, "when I put on one side what he gives me and on the other what he says to me, it seems to me that he buys his visits very cheap." "The poor fellow is in love with you." "If I had to listen to everybody who was in love with me, I shouldn't have time for my dinner." And she began to run her fingers over the piano, and then, turning to us, she said: "What will you take?
I think I should like a little punch." "And I could eat a little chicken," said Prudence.

"Suppose we have supper ?" "That's it, let's go and have supper," said Gaston.
"No, we will have supper here." She rang, and Nanine appeared.
"Send for some supper." "What must I get ?" "Whatever you like, but at once, at once." Nanine went out.
"That's it," said Marguerite, jumping like a child, "we'll have supper.
How tiresome that idiot of a count is!" The more I saw her, the more she enchanted me.