"What is the matter with Marguerite?" asked Gaston.
"She has been laughing too much, and she is spitting blood. Oh, it is
nothing; it happens to her every day. She will be back in a minute.
Leave her alone. She prefers it."
I could not stay still; and, to the consternation of Prudence and
Nanine, who called to me to come back, I followed Marguerite.