Chap.

  1        1|           woman, some forty years old, with a disproportionately
  2        1|       gait and a shuffling of his old boots. A laugh had arisen
  3        1|        young man, seventeen years old at the outside, some truant
  4        1|      smilingly forgathered again. Old first–nighters, hat on head,
  5        1|       scenes were found tiresome. Old Bosc, an imbecile Jupiter
  6        1|     plainly signified, “Go ahead, old boy!” she began her second
  7        1|           by a little twelve–year–old chit, answered every question
  8        1|       costume for the second act, old fellow. It IS just blackguardly.”~
  9        1|        straightening up his tall, old figure. His face looked
 10        2|         that I may know. Then the old miser is no longer due on
 11        2|           gravely to nickname as “old miser” and “nigger” their
 12        2|        the days subsequent to the old miser’s visits, and as the
 13        2|   confided her necessities to the old miser.~“To be sure, I told
 14        2|             Zoe ushered in a tall old lady who wore ringlets and
 15        2|         the dining room, where an old lady was already seated
 16        2|        heard voices,” replied the old lady. “I thought you had
 17        2|        mannerly woman, was Nana’s old friend, chaperon and companion.
 18        2|         again she scrutinized her old friend’s hat out of the
 19        2|           thank you,” replied the old lady with dignity. “It doesn’
 20        2|       with M. Octave, in came the old gentleman. What did Zoe
 21        2|     crossed the drawing room; the old boy rushed up to her assistance,
 22        2|         What a nuisance!”~The two old ladies looked at one another.
 23        2|           her spelling, while her old friend could turn out the
 24        2|           repeated, while the two old ladies assumed a beatified
 25        2|        Notwithstanding which, the old ladies laughed between two
 26        2|    whispered muttering of the two old women at strife over their
 27        2|           know them?”~“I know the old fellow,” replied Zoe, discreetly
 28        2|         same time. It must be the old man that had brought the
 29        2|            He was seventeen years old, he said. His name was Georges
 30        2|         one after the other. That old joker Bordenave had really
 31        2|      before half–past nine.”~Good old Labordette, how lucky it
 32        3|           looked merely a serious old chamber with its massive
 33        3|         their positions, a little old man of sixty, with bad teeth
 34        3|         laughed; the company were old fogies, and amusement was
 35        3|          her imprisonment in this old town house. Fauchery scrutinized
 36        3|       quiet smile, seated in that Old World drawing room, he certainly
 37        3|        some really serious topic. Old Mme Muffat then, whom La
 38        3|         with, was an insufferable old lady, always hand in glove
 39        3|           As to Muffat, he was an old man’s child; his father,
 40        3|            Add to these a code of old aristocratic ideas and such
 41        3|         thought he knew where the old gentleman passed his evenings
 42        3|           the sight of the little old gentleman with the black
 43        3|          been opened anew, and an old lady had come in, followed
 44        3|   retirement at Les Fondettes, an old estate of her family’s in
 45        3|           in his “first year.” In old times she had been a dear
 46        3|         Dear me, no!” replied the old lady. “He is always in garrison
 47        3|           suggestive, in that dim old drawing room. Certainly
 48        3|    Joncquoy, besides four or five old gentlemen who sat motionless
 49        3|           shadow fell athwart the old friends of the house where
 50        3|        down into the country, the old man affected extreme surprise.
 51        3|        fixed upon him. The little old man was no longer smiling;
 52        3|       self again and smiled as of old. Twelve struck slowly in
 53        4|         course, to her employer’s old admirers, the tradesman
 54        4|           beginning to forget the old white–bearded gentleman
 55        4|       movement on the part of the old gentleman, who started to
 56        4|        the side of the table. The old gentleman whom nobody knew
 57        4|         him Prulliere, Fontan and old Bosc. At this Nana looked
 58        4|           third–rate play actors. Old Bosc was always drunk; Prulliere
 59        4|           refined by fatigue. The old gentleman was as deliberate
 60        4|         she was thirty–nine years old and had the face of a horse
 61        4|      latter was twenty–five years old and very passionless and
 62        4|       stomach.~At Nana’s side the old gentleman refused every
 63        4|           fallen asleep. That rum old buffer Bordenave, with his
 64        4|       forward as she did so, “how old’s the emperor of Russia?”~“
 65        4|        was heard saying:~“What an old stick the king of Prussia
 66        4|       dirty little boys run after old women.”~She broke off and
 67        4|   displaying her shoulders to the old distinguished–looking gentleman
 68        4|       drowned his voice. Only the old gentleman sitting forgotten
 69        4|           ears of Steiner and the old gentleman:~“It’s quite right;
 70        4|        asked Vandeuvres about the old gentleman, for he, too,
 71        4|           he had just brought the old gentleman back. He was a
 72        4|          charming one.~“Now then, old boy, drink a glass! Devil
 73        5|           for going on the stage.~Old Bosc, too, had just made
 74        5|    coughing. He was wrapped in an old box coat, part of which
 75        5|          but he looked a sterling old fellow for all that, and
 76        5|        have it in from the cafe,” old Bosc slowly announced. He
 77        5|    certain details in their ears. Old Bosc had never budged an
 78        5|        had recognized in Satin an old schoolmate, had taken a
 79        5|           now came into the room.~Old Bosc himself gave them the
 80        5|    instinct, as became a rattling old actor who felt that his
 81        5|         back of a box. There’s an old boy for you!”~Prulliere,
 82        5|          Rose a fine house in the old days! Well, well, it wouldn’
 83        5|         of dirty plates and to an old pair of stays, the eyelets
 84        5|   changeless features peculiar to old maids whom no one ever knew
 85        5|    extended her hand to him as an old friend. Then she scolded
 86        5|     steadied himself on his tipsy old legs and greeted the prince
 87        5|    haggard, empurpled face of the old actor who has taken to drink.
 88        5|          that she appreciated the old man’s compliment and therefore
 89        5|         were, by a thick layer of old posters. Then he caught
 90        5|        night of a public holiday, old Mme Drouard, who played
 91        5|          Tricon, wearing the same old curls and looking as like
 92        5|         exchanged, “not now.” The old lady looked grave. Just
 93        5|        there, sitting on the same old chair between the table
 94        5|            the prompter’s head—an old man’s head with a humble,
 95        5|       scenery with its display of old posters pasted up in every
 96        5|         neck and shoulders. As of old it was laden with the odor
 97        5|         of them unbedded, and the old house being in a state of
 98        5|      poignant.~“D’you go with the old boy?” Simonne asked Clarisse
 99        5|     screaming out:~“Oh, the dirty old thing! Just you bloody well
100        5|         as she had run against an old flame of hers in the wings.
101        6|        Did you sleep well in your old room?”~Then without waiting
102        6|           a summer evening, of an old romance of chivalry discovered
103        6|          a furlough,” replied the old lady, “but without doubt
104        6|        wasn’t told,” murmured the old lady. “Georges, you were
105        6|          and with a return to her old good humor she added:~“Everybody’
106        6|     seemed shelved. Thereupon the old lady told them how Georges
107        6|         accompaniment of rattling old iron. She had at once taken
108        6|       coachman, a little taciturn old man whom she overwhelmed
109        6|         at a distance? The little old man answered with a succession
110        6|           wont to dream of in the old days, when she was a slipshod
111        6|        kept calling Georges “dear old girl,” a form of address
112        6|           cupboard.~“Oh, you dear old girl!” said Nana, pushing
113        6|       beautiful it is! Look, dear old girl!”~Georges had come
114        6| delightful women hereabouts.”~The old lady rendered equal thanks
115        6|         Certainly,” continued the old lady, “and the person in
116        6|           more pronounced than of old, and her gray foulard gown
117        6|          dreaming of resuming the old connection or at least of
118        6|       understood everything! That old fellow now on his way to
119        6|          genus courtesan. The two old boys had been packed off
120        6|      bursting, so utterly had her old ambition been surpassed.
121        6|        and visit the ruins of the old Abbey of Chamont, which
122        6|         very much. Oh, my darling old bear, if I were to die would
123        6|        inspire even the worthiest old ladies. Tolerant though
124        6|          the idea of renewing the old connection and was busy
125        6|          Among all her guests the old lady spared only Count Muffat
126        6|           they thought the little old gentleman had an idiotic
127        6|        when, still leaning on the old man’s arm, Count Muffat
128        6|         He was anxious to consult old Doctor Tavernier, who never
129        6|             Oh, my God!” said the old lady suddenly. “Georges
130        6|          Chateau de Chamont is an old lady of Napoleon’s time?
131        6|    suddenly serious. Ninety years old! The deuce, there wasn’t
132        6|           she didn’t want to make old bones; it wouldn’t be amusing.
133        6|         them out the ruins of the old Abbey of Chamont where they
134        6|          they were only a heap of old stones with briers growing
135        6|          She was as upright as of old, the hoary campaigner, and
136        6|        face reminding one of some old marquise who had survived
137        6|          with extreme respect. An old man even kissed her hand,
138        6|              Very well,” said the old man, “I go with you.”~As
139        6|        again in taking up with an old fellow.~“Zoe,” she said
140        7|       same sight. It was a little old man, sitting stiff and solitary
141        7|         nameless filth amid which old pails and broken crocks
142        7|           night light, the little old man still sat motionless,
143        7|           was the same room as of old, with its rosewood furniture
144        7|    candlelight. He thought of his old dread of Woman, of the Beast
145        7|     weeping into his arms. In the old days God had been always
146        7|     darkness was that made by the old shoes of some verger or
147        7|         him, and the noise of the old shoes continued in the distance
148        8|       Indeed, she returned to the old ideals of the florist days,
149        8|          everything together like old friends. In the early days
150        8|        had not yet come home, the old lady ventured to give expression
151        8|         pet names— “my doggie, my old bear, my kitten”—and whenever
152        8|      vastly surprised to meet her old hair dresser Francis face
153        8|          end she came back to her old position, but scarce had
154        8|          to cafes and meeting his old friends again. Nana bore
155        8|         with sleep, their feet in old down–at–heel shoes and themselves
156        8|            in others, hideous and old with bloated faces and peeling
157        8|         court round them, much as old amorous bachelors might
158        8|          satisfaction. It was the old substantial dinner you get
159        8|        had been afraid of meeting old friends who might have asked
160        8|        with all the majesty of an old image of Vice, whose face
161        8|          of spending them on that old procuress of a Maloir, a
162        8|          of her darling, her dear old duck, which was all the
163        8|        when she was fifteen years old men used to hug her while
164        8|   slippers! Oh, he’s the dirtiest old beast, always wanting one
165        8|          were asking for her, and old friends were pining. And
166        9|         about to begin. Seated in old armchairs in front of the
167        9|            On his head he wore an old hat, and he kept his hands
168        9|          the rafters of some vast old–clothes shop, while above
169        9|           to go on with him while old Bosc slowly returned to
170        9|         for her curiosity, for an old buck, the Baron de Tardiveau,
171        9|         Then he, too, took up his old position in the other armchair.
172        9|         in his heart, though, his old love had turned to hate,
173        9|            His was the pain of an old wound rather than the blind,
174        9|      force through her flesh. The old chair creaked, and beneath
175        9|          Oh, how good you are, my old pet! You know it was all
176        9|           Indeed, it suggested an old–clothes shop in the Rue
177        9|     plates, gilt pasteboard cups, old red umbrellas, Italian jars,
178        9|            An unendurable odor of old iron, rags and damp cardboard
179        9|            And so it chanced that old Bosc went grumbling away
180       10|          lovely Eastern hangings, old credences, huge chairs of
181       10|      flowers, divans covered with old Persian rugs, armchairs
182       10|          armchairs upholstered in old tapestry, furnished the
183       10|           sideboard, adorned with old porcelain and marvelous
184       10|   prevailing tone of the room was old gold blended with green
185       10|         In return Nana abused her old Mimi in a charming fashion.
186       10|          down to the ruins of the old tower built by a Vandeuvres
187       10|          to be as compliant as of old and would hide him in cupboards
188       10|     coaxing submissiveness to the old subject, for he wished to
189       10|          a game of bezique to her old friend; on others she would
190       10|         He was almost three years old, growing quite a great boy!
191       10|        sentimental regret for her old street existence.~That day
192       10|         doesn’t concern you, dear old pet. How can it hurt you?”~
193       10|        under the influence of his old vicious inclinations. He
194       10|        the table and began in the old familiar way:~“Well, what
195       10|           trampled on them in the old muddy boots worn long since
196       10|           the great names and the old, upright traditions, the
197       10|      hangings and the lacquer and old gold of the knickknacks.
198       10|    puddles in the road. It was an old ragpicker woman who was
199       10|        Nana, seeing the frightful old woman, the wanton drowned
200       10|       Chamont—Irma d’Anglars, the old harlot crowned with years
201       10|         again, making game of the old hag, who could not see her:~“
202       10|          wealth of the place, the Old World furniture, the fabrics
203       11|     resumed, “d’you know a little old man who’s very clean and
204       11|         never smiled. With a very old expression he was gazing
205       11|         jolted along behind sorry old hacks, and four–in–hands,
206       11|           ve seen the last of the old lot! Mustn’t play her off
207       11|           on high and assumed her old pose as Venus Victrix.~But
208       11|           Marquis de Chouard! How old he’s growing! That old man’
209       11|        How old he’s growing! That old man’s killing himself! Is
210       11|  Thereupon Daguenet described the old man’s last brilliant stroke.
211       11|          recognized the face. The old boy will have brought her
212       11|    countenance, he looked like an old shriveled–up child. His
213       11|           she was the sort to cut old friends? She had come back
214       11|  certainly she over there in that old fellow’s brougham. They’
215       11|           Labordette smiled as of old.~“The Englishman’s in trouble,
216       11|          s stunning! Do it again, old boy; do it again! Oh, that
217       11|          with an arm of iron. The old shriveled–up child with
218       11|          in outrageous low–necked old toilets, which they did
219       11|      chatting with Mme Lerat, the old lady having come in to bring
220       11|          in decisive terms. Those old families, he opined, were
221       12|           such a moment, felt his old religious remorse returning
222       12|     mirror stopped her, and as of old she lapsed into obvious
223       12|  listening to M. Venot, when that old gentleman endeavored to
224       12|            as became a dear, nice old fellow, he should divide
225       12|          utterly transforming the old house in the Rue Miromesnil.
226       12|    contours were so marked in the old days, had grown and spread
227       12|   blackguard lilt, penetrated the old hotel with sonorous waves
228       12|   vanished epoch out of the proud old dwelling, bearing away the
229       12|      their accustomed places, the old friends of the count’s mother
230       12|          s nothing equal to these old places when one takes them
231       12|         she can receive.”~The two old ladies had again sat down
232       12|      fireplace. “You see, it’s my old corner.”~“You know him?”
233       12|          off on Muffat one of her old flames as son–in–law; only
234       12|      effected.”~Whereupon the two old ladies questioned him.~But
235       12|           adventurer.”~The little old gentleman assumed an expression
236       12|         room floor, as though the old dwelling had been shaken
237       12|           said Mme Chantereau. In old times these solemnities
238       12|           Fauchery, for he had an old grudge to satisfy and wanted
239       12|           was beating against the old house like a rising tide.
240       12|          sounding the knell of an old race amid the suddenly ignited
241       13|    brought his himself; it was an old comfit dish in Dresden china,
242       13|      fault! It was cracked; those old things barely hold together.
243       13|        constantly successful. The old lady, humbled utterly by
244       13|           too, in order to get an old unpaid straw bill settled,
245       13|          up for the benefit of an old gendarme. Besides, she was
246       13|       constantly solicited by the old lady, she would refuse or
247       13|        sent her starting back. An old lady was advancing through
248       13|          last hurried up, and the old lady insisted on their carrying
249       13|       seemed to be paying back an old grudge, of which she had
250       13|          the end of this terrible old man who had squeezed Paris
251       13|           me, my boy, you are too old for me to keep. You must
252       13|       behind him he was under the old influence once more and
253       13|    imaginations of the flesh. The old pious terrors of their sleepless
254       13|            Caesar! Good dog! Nice old fellow! Now behave pretty!”~
255       13|        terror as became an infirm old man. This last night of
256       13|      fetch money in Normandy? The old man had brought her the
257       13|         his arms round the little old gentleman’s neck. At last
258       13|     ecstasies, accompanied by the old stammering utterances, the
259       13|        stammering utterances, the old prayers and despairs, the
260       13|         prayers and despairs, the old fits of humility which befit
261       13|           would be the same as of old.~On the evening of the final
262       13|          establishment. It was an old project and had been long
263       13|          Then the thought of this old man going away half dead
264       13|     benefit performance in aid of old Bose, who was tied to his
265       14|      Besides, she had indulged an old infatuation, for she had
266       14|           aunt’s—you remember the old thing. Well, and then she
267       14|         it when he was five years old, while Mignon gave them
268       14|          pretty surprise for that old body. She knew nothing about
269       14|         sickly baby; it looked so old and so sad. In fact, it