But his cousin sprang up, with an appearance of great resolution, to bend gratefully over Lina's hand.
"A demain, Mademoiselle."
"Now, I'll not have Gaston tormented," De Beauvais complained when they were alone, "and you have no business to encourage him with such nonsense. What's the matter with you lately, Lina, you who were once so gentle
"Sometimes I think I can't lead two lives, and yet, if we are being frank, I need the money, so what am I to do?"
"But what do you do with all your money, Madame Harpagon?"
"I am keeping what I've got now for my next ballet, and then there's the child, and the villa at Fontainebleau.
"I would do more for you," said he, if I could, but really, Lina, this apartment, an occasional present of jewelry, and your dress-allowance, are about as much as I can manage at the moment."
"Oh, my dear, as though I were reproaching you!
You're most generous to me."
But she did not teil him that part of the exceedingly handsome dress-allowance was always put aside, for the next ballet." As for Rosing's money, she seldom talked of it. That, after all, was her own business.
The next day, when she had forgotten all about him, Monsieur de Boussac was announced by Marie. Lina was drinking tea, Russian fashion, with Paride, a ballerina from the Opera, and both turned round to stare in astonishment at the eager, excited young man, who bore on the palm of one hand, as though it were some precious jewel, a tiny cardboard box containing his tooth.
"How terrible," Lina teased him, "to think^ that I had actually forgotten all about this colossal sacrifice! You see, Gaston, I am not worth a life, nor a head, not worth