You've got what you wanted; you're quite certain never to surprise us again." And this last reflection tortured her with such regret that he ended by turning comforter.

Well, well, he said, she ought to be brave; she was quite right; it wasn't her fault! But she checked her lamentations of her own accord in order to say: "Listen, you must run round and bring me news of him.

At once! I wish it!" He took his hat and went to get news of Georges.

When he returned after some three quarters of an hour he saw Nana leaning anxiously out of a window, and he shouted up to her from the pavement that the lad was not dead and that they even hoped to bring him through.

At this she immediately exchanged grief for excess of joy and began to sing and dance and vote existence delightful.