Dash it, after all, if they have dropped their money
and their lives over it, what do I care? It's their fault. I've had
nothing to do with it!"
"Certainly not," said Labordette with conviction.
Zoe ushered in Mignon, and Nana received him smilingly. She had cried
a good deal, but it was all over now. Still glowing with enthusiasm, he
complimented her on her installation, but she let him see that she had
had enough of her mansion and that now she had other projects and would
sell everything up one of these days. Then as he excused himself for
calling on the ground that he had come about a benefit performance
in aid of old Bose, who was tied to his armchair by paralysis, she
expressed extreme pity and took two boxes. Meanwhile Zoe announced that
the carriage was waiting for Madame, and she asked for her hat and as
she tied the strings told them about poor, dear Satin's mishap, adding:
"I'm going to the hospital. Nobody ever loved me as she did. Oh, they're
quite right when they accuse the men of heartlessness! Who knows?
Perhaps I shan't see her alive. Never mind, I shall ask to see her: I
want to give her a kiss."
Labordette and Mignon smiled, and as Nana was no longer melancholy she
smiled too.
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