"What's to be done?" she said to La Faloise. "One never gets what one
wants! Oh, if only one were still really loved!"
Gaga behaved meltingly because she had felt the young man's knee gently
placed against her own. He was blushing hotly and lisping as elegantly
as ever. She weighed him at a glance. Not a very heavy little gentleman,
to be sure, but then she wasn't hard to please. La Faloise obtained her
address.
"Just look there," murmured Vandeuvres to Clarisse. "I think Gaga's
doing you out of your Hector."
"A good riddance, so far as I'm concerned," replied the actress. "That
fellow's an idiot. I've already chucked him downstairs three times. You
know, I'm disgusted when dirty little boys run after old women."
She broke off and with a little gesture indicated Blanche, who from the
commencement of dinner had remained in a most uncomfortable attitude,
sitting up very markedly, with the intention of displaying her shoulders
to the old distinguished-looking gentleman three seats beyond her.
"You're being left too," she resumed.
Vandeuvres smiled his thin smile and made a little movement to signify
he did not care. Assuredly 'twas not he who would ever have prevented
poor, dear Blanche scoring a success.
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