By the time they had shouted abuse at one another for five minutes, several other circus people, all in different stages of undress, had joined the party, and an even brisker discussion ensued, during the course of which some took Nurdo's side and others Paulina's, although every one was united in complaining of the disturbance they had created. Nurdo, white and shivering with fury, pointed dramatically at his love and announced that he refused to keep her with him a moment longer.
"Out! Get out! Go back to the slums where I found you! But if I ever see you here again I shall kill you! I shall cut your throat."
"I hate you," declared Paulina, crying with rage, "and you're nothing but a vulgar acrobat. I have never loved you, and I wish that I had never run away with you."
And so, with a tremendous theatrical flourish, they were torn away from each other while half the circus stood by to chatter and scream advice. Paulina, still in her nightgown, was thrust precipitately down the steps of the wagon, while Nurdo, by this time brandishing an enormous knife, proceeded to hurl her garments after her.
"Out! Out! Putain! Bad girl, out!"
"I want to gol I teil you I hate you!" she screamed, stamping her foot. She was like her mother then, although she did not know it. She turned, sobbing, to the clown's wife, who had never stopped repeating that there were faults on both sides. The clown's wife was not particularly sympathetic.
"You can dress yourself in our wagon, but you can't sleep there. I don't want that madman following you. And there is no room."
So she dressed in the clown's wagon and wandered out to the circus lot in her merino dress, calm now, but with tears still glistening on her cheeks. The circus people had gone back to bed, and Nurdo had barred his door.