very savory in the Mignon's leavings! Oughtn't you to have broken

it off with that dirty lot before coming and squirming on my knees?"

He protested vaguely and at last was able to get out a phrase.

"Oh, I don't care a jot for Rose; I'll give her up at once."

Nana seemed satisfied on this point. She continued:

"Well then, what's bothering you? Bordenave's master here. You'll

tell me there's Fauchery after Bordenave--"

She had sunk her voice, for she was coming to the delicate part of