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I don't know what he wanted. He looked quite
odd, as if he were feeling angry inside, and didn't wish to show it.
And he began trying to talk. But as I didn't really know him--after
all, laughing at a man because he pretends to be a seal is scarcely
knowing him, is it, Monsieur Emile?"
"No," he said, smiling at her smile.
"I said 'good-night' again in such a way that he had to go."
"And so he went!" said Artois.
"Yes. Do you know him, Monsieur Emile?"
"Yes. He came with me to-night."
A little look of penitence came into the girl's face.
"Oh, I am sorry."
"Why should you be?"
"Well, he began saying something about knowing friends of mine, or--I
didn't really listen very much, because Ruffo was telling me all about
the sea--and I thought it was all nonsense. He was absurdly
complimentary first, you see! and so, when he began about friends, I
only said 'good-night' again. And--and I'm really afraid I turned my
back upon him. And now he's a friend of yours. Monsieur Emile! I am
sorry!"
Already the Marchesino had had that lesson of which Artois had thought
in Naples.


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