She spent on them all the money she had; and at this very moment," added Dudu, "the scent-bottle is downstairs in your mother's large old dressing-case, the dressing-case she got from her grandfather.

What became of the fan I cannot say.
"Well, the few remaining days passed, and one cold, dreary morning poor Charlotte clambered over the railings for the last time, to embrace her friends and bid them farewell.

She might have come in by the door and seen them in the salon; of course neither her aunt nor our young ladies' mother would have objected to such a thing, as she was going away, even though no visits of ceremony had been exchanged between the families.
But this would not have suited Charlotte; it was in the garden she had first seen her friends, and in the garden must she bid them good-bye.

I assisted at the interview," continued Dudu, "and very touching it was.
Had I been of a nature to shed tears, I really think my feelings would have been too much for me.

And Charlotte would have kissed and hugged me too, no doubt, had I encouraged anything of the kind.