I said to the poor fellows who stood gaping and bewildered, “don’t you remember the fable? The joke means this: Antoinette, whom you thought you had stolen from me, is being stolen from you.”
“The comparison is gallant!” Léon shouted out to me. “Those gentlemen are thieves, and madam is an—”
Madam kissed him, and the kiss smothered the ugly word.
“Brothers,” I added, turning towards my stranded companions, “here we are without food and without a roof above our heads. Let us build a hut, and live on wild berries until a vessel comes to take us off our desert island.”
VI
And then?
And then, what do I know! You are asking me too much, Ninette. Antoinette and Léon have been living for two months, now, in the sky-blue nest. Antoinette continues a frank and good girl. Léon speaks ill of women more impetuously than ever. They dote on each other.
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