Nanteuil, completely unnerved, and crushing her tiny handkerchief and her part in her hands, turned her back upon him, and hissed between her teeth: "Old idiot!" Fagette passed her arm round her waist, and led her gently aside to the foot of Racine's statue, where she whispered into her ear: "Listen to me, my dear.

This affair must be completely hushed up.
Everybody is talking about it.

If you let people talk, they will brand you for life as Chevalier's widow." Then, being something of a talker, she added: "I know you, I am your best friend.

I know your value.

But beware, Felicie: women are held at their own valuation." Every one of Fagette's shafts told.