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Four Short Stories

Chapter VIII
We are in a little set of lodgings on the fourth floor in the Rue Veron at Montmartre.
Nana and Fontan have invited a few friends to cut their Twelfth-Night cake with them.
They are giving their housewarming, though they have been only three days settled.
They had no fixed intention of keeping house together, but the whole thing had come
about suddenly in the first glow of the honeymoon. After her grand blowup, when she
had turned the count and the banker so vigorously out of doors, Nana felt the world
crumbling about her feet. She estimated the situation at a glance; the creditors would
swoop down on her anteroom, would mix themselves up with her love affairs and
threaten to sell her little all unless she continued to act sensibly. Then, too, there would
be no end of disputes and carking anxieties if she attempted to save her furniture from
their clutches. And so she preferred giving up everything. Besides, the flat in the
Boulevard Haussmann was plaguing her to death. It was so stupid with its great gilded
rooms! In her access of tenderness for Fontan she began dreaming of a pretty little bright
chamber. Indeed, she returned to the old ideals of the florist days, when her highest
ambition was to have a rosewood cupboard with a plate-glass door and a bed hung with
blue "reps." In the course of two days she sold what she could smuggle out of the house
in the way of knickknacks and jewelry and then disappeared, taking with her ten
thousand francs and never even warning the porter's wife. It was a plunge into the dark, a
merry spree; never a trace was left behind. In this way she would prevent the men from
coming dangling after her. Fontain was very nice. He did not say no to anything but just
let her do as she liked. Nay, he even displayed an admirable spirit of comradeship. He
had, on his part, nearly seven thousand francs, and despite the fact that people accused
him of stinginess, he consented to add them to the young woman's ten thousand. The sum
struck them as a solid foundation on which to begin housekeeping. And so they started
away, drawing from their common hoard, in order to hire and furnish the two rooms in
the Rue Veron, and sharing everything together like old friends. In the early days it was
really delicious.
On Twelfth Night Mme Lerat and Louiset were the first to arrive. As Fontan had not yet
come home, the old lady ventured to give expression to her fears, for she trembled to see
her niece renouncing the chance of wealth.
"Oh, Aunt, I love him so dearly!" cried Nana, pressing her hands to her heart with the
prettiest of gestures.
This phrase produced an extraordinary effect on Mme Lerat, and tears came into her eyes.
"That's true," she said with an air of conviction. "Love before all things!"
 
 
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