They were serious and very anxious about
the turn events were taking.
"For my part," said Caroline Hequet in her decisive way, "I start for
London the day after tomorrow. Mamma's already over there getting a
house ready for me. I'm certainly not going to let myself be massacred
in Paris."
Her mother, as became a prudent woman, had invested all her daughters'
money in foreign lands. One never knows how a war may end! But Maria
Blond grew vexed at this. She was a patriot and spoke of following the
army.
"There's a coward for you! Yes, if they wanted me I should put on man's
clothes just to have a good shot at those pigs of Prussians! And if we
all die after? What of that? Our wretched skins aren't so valuable!"
Blanche de Sivry was exasperated.
"Please don't speak ill of the Prussians! They are just like other men,
and they're not always running after the women, like your Frenchmen.
They've just expelled the little Prussian who was with me. He was an
awfully rich fellow and so gentle: he couldn't have hurt a soul. It's
disgraceful; I'm ruined by it. And, you know, you mustn't say a word or
I go and find him out in Germany!"
After that, while the two were at loggerheads, Gaga began murmuring in
dolorous tones:
"It's all over with me; my luck's always bad.
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