Don't think any more about 'em.

I--I love you very much.
Don't cry, and oblige your own little darling girl." And once in bed, she forthwith took Nana in her arms and soothed and comforted her.

She refused to hear Fontan's name mentioned again, and each time it recurred to her friend's lips she stopped it with a kiss.
Her lips pouted in pretty indignation; her hair lay loose about her, and her face glowed with tenderness and childlike beauty.

Little by little her soft embrace compelled Nana to dry her tears.

She was touched and replied to Satin's caresses.