Camille (La Dame aux Camilias)

I took advantage of a moment when she was smiling across at Marguerite

to ask her, "Whom are you looking at?"

"Marguerite Gautier."

"You know her?"

"Yes, I am her milliner, and she is a neighbour of mine."

"Do you live in the Rue d'Antin?"

"No. 7. The window of her dressing-room looks on to the window of mine."

"They say she is a charming girl."

"Don't you know her?"

"No, but I should like to."

"Shall I ask her to come over to our box?"

"No, I would rather for you to introduce me to her."

"At her own house?"

"Yes.

"That is more difficult."

"Why?"

"Because she is under the protection of a jealous old duke."

"'Protection' is charming."

"Yes, protection," replied Prudence. "Poor old man, he would be greatly

embarrassed to offer her anything else."

Prudence then told me how Marguerite had made the acquaintance of the

duke at Bagneres.

"That, then," I continued, "is why she is alone here?"

"Precisely."

"But who will see her home?"

"He will."

"He will come for her?"

"In a moment."

"And you, who is seeing you home?"

"No one."

"May I offer myself?"

"But you are with a friend, are you not?"

"May we offer, then?"

"Who is your friend?"

"A charming fellow, very amusing. He will be delighted to make your

acquaintance."

"Well, all right; we will go after this piece is over, for I know the

last piece."

"With pleasure; I will go and tell my friend."

"Go, then. Ah," added Prudence, as I was going, "there is the duke just

coming into Marguerite's box."

I looked at him. A man of about seventy had sat down behind her, and was

giving her a bag of sweets, into which she dipped at once, smiling. Then

she held it out toward Prudence, with a gesture which seemed to say,

"Will you have some?"

"No," signalled Prudence.

Marguerite drew back the bag, and, turning, began to talk with the duke.

It may sound childish to tell you all these details, but everything

relating to Marguerite is so fresh in my memory that I can not help

recalling them now.

I went back to Gaston and told him of the arrangement I had made for

him and for me. He agreed, and we left our stalls to go round to Mme.

Duvernoy's box. We had scarcely opened the door leading into the stalls

when we had to stand aside to allow Marguerite and the duke to pass.

I would have given ten years of my life to have been in the old man's

place.