me out of it, that skinflint did! And how about you? You have made her come down a peg lower, I hope."
"Ah! I!" I answered, "I am very unhappy! And so a consul is her lover now!"
Gabrielle relit her extinguished cigarette and shrugged her shoulders.
"Her lover! Do you think women like that can keep a lover! She could not keep the Lord himself, my dear! Ah, men don't stick to her very long, I tell you. They come one day and then the next they pitch camp somewhere else. Well, thanks very much! It's all right to fleece them but you must do it with your gloves on, don't you think? And you are still in love with her, poor boy."
"Still why I am more so than ever! I have done everything to cure myself of this shameful infatuation which makes me the lowest of men, which kills me, but I can't. Well now, she is leading a loathsome life, isn't she?"
"Ah! Well. . . that's true," Gabrielle exclaimed, blowing a cloud of smoke in the air. "You know that I myself don't play the prude. I am enjoying myself just like everybody else. . . but honestly. . . I can swear. . . . I'd feel ashamed to do what she does!"
With head turned, she was emitting coils of smoke which rose tremblingly toward the ceiling. And to emphasize what she had just said:
"That's the truth I am telling you," she repeated.
Although I suffered cruelly, although every word of Gabrielle cut my heart as with a knife, I came up to her and coaxingly:
"Come, my little Gabrielle," I begged her, "tell me all about her!"
"Tell you! . . tell you! Wait now! You know the two Borgsheim brothers. . . those two dirty Germans! Well, Juliette was with both of them at the
