But I had promised: she wouldn't forgive me if I
didn't, and I went.
The dressmaker said that Madame Pellegrin would have her dress by
nine, and at half-past ten I was at the Elysee waiting for her.
How many times did I walk round the gravel path, wearying of the
unnatural green of the chestnut leaves and of the high kicking in the
quadrilles? Now and then there would be a rush of people, and then the
human tide would disperse again under the trees among the zinc chairs
and tables, for the enjoyment of bocks and cigars. I noticed that
Marie's friends spent their evening in the left-hand corner; but they
did not call me to drink with them, knowing well that I knew the money
they were spending was stolen money.
I left the place discontented and weary, glad in a way that Marie had
not come. No doubt the dressmaker had disappointed her, or maybe she
had felt too ill. There was no time to go to inquire in the morning,
for I was breakfasting with Octave, and in the afternoon sitting to
him.
We were in the middle of the sitting, he had just sketched in my head,
when we heard footsteps on the stairs.
"Only some women," he said; "I've a mind not to open the door."
"But do," I said, feeling sure the women were Marie's friends bringing
news of her.
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