France -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Short stories
“Yes, it goes a deal too quickly!” he rejoined more calmly. “And look
here, little girl, I’ve had enough of this mutual housekeeping. You
know those seven thousand francs are mine. Yes, and as I’ve got ’em, I
shall keep ’em! Hang it, the moment you become wasteful I get anxious
not to be ruined. To each man his own.”
And he pocketed the money in a lordly way while Nana gazed at him,
dumfounded. He continued speaking complaisantly:
“You must understand I’m not such a fool as to keep aunts and likewise
children who don’t belong to me. You were pleased to spend your own
money—well, that’s your affair! But my money—no, that’s sacred! When in
the future you cook a leg of mutton I’ll pay for half of it. We’ll
settle up tonight—there!”
Straightway Nana rebelled. She could not help shouting:
“Come, I say, it’s you who’ve run through my ten thousand francs. It’s
a dirty trick, I tell you!”
But he did not stop to discuss matters further, for he dealt her a
random box on the ear across the table, remarking as he did so:
“Let’s have that again!”
She let him have it again despite his blow. Whereupon he fell upon her
and kicked and cuffed her heartily. Soon he had reduced her to such a
state that she ended, as her wont was, by undressing and going to bed
in a flood of tears.
He was out of breath and was going to bed, in his turn, when he noticed
the letter he had written to Georges lying on the table. Whereupon he
folded it up carefully and, turning toward the bed, remarked in
threatening accents:
“It’s very well written, and I’m going to post it myself because I
don’t like women’s fancies. Now don’t go moaning any more; it puts my
teeth on edge.”
Nana, who was crying and gasping, thereupon held her breath. When he
was in bed she choked with emotion and threw herself upon his breast
with a wild burst of sobs. Their scuffles always ended thus, for she
trembled at the thought of losing him and, like a coward, wanted always
to feel that he belonged entirely to her, despite everything. Twice he
pushed her magnificently away, but the warm embrace of this woman who
was begging for mercy with great, tearful eyes, as some faithful brute
might do, finally aroused desire. And he became royally condescending
without, however, lowering his dignity before any of her advances. In
fact, he let himself be caressed and taken by force, as became a man
whose forgiveness is worth the trouble of winning. Then he was seized
with anxiety, fearing that Nana was playing a part with a view to
regaining possession of the treasury key. The light had been
extinguished when he felt it necessary to reaffirm his will and
pleasure.
“You must know, my girl, that this is really very serious and that I
keep the money.”
Nana, who was falling asleep with her arms round his neck, uttered a
sublime sentiment.
“Yes, you need fear nothing! I’ll work for both of us!”
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