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Rh pretty blond woman, always entered the house in the same fashion.

"Good morning, Monsieur, good morning, dearie. Don't trouble yourself, I'll be gone in a minute."

And she would sit down on the brace of the arm-chair, smoothing her muff with a brusque motion of her hand.

"Just think of it, I have just had another scene with Robert. If you only knew what sort of a man he is! He comes to my house and says whimpering: 'My dear little Gabrielle, I must leave you, my mother told me so this morning, she won't give me any more money.' 'Your mother! I wish I had a chance to answer her. Well, you can tell your mother in my name, that whenever she is ready to give up her lovers, I'll quit you that very day. But in the meantime, she'll have to dig into her pockets alright.' And I don't believe it's true either a dirty trick like that! I think it's Robert who has cooked it up! We are going to the Ambigu tonight. Are you going?"

"Thank you."

"Well, I must be off! Don't trouble yourself. Good day, Monsieur; good day, dearie."

Gabrielle Bernier irritated me very much.

"Why do you receive such women?" I would say to Juliette.

"What harm is there, my friend? She amuses me."

Malterre's friends, on the other hand, spoke of races and high life; they always had club and women stories to tell and never tired of discussing theatrical matters. It seemed to me that Juliette took an exaggerated pleasure in these conversations, but I excused her, ascribing it to excessive politeness. Jesselin, a very rich young man, considered a serious fellow, was the leader of the circle and all bowed before his evident superiority. "What will Jesselin say? We must ask