"Bah!" said the joyous Nana. "That'l be rubbed out under people's

After the following day Count Muffat had likewise forgotten the

incident. For a moment or two, when in the cab which drove him to

the Rue Richelieu, he had busily sworn never to return to that

woman's house. Heaven was warning him; the misfortunes of Philippe

and Georges were, he opined, prophetic of his proper ruin. But

neither the sight of Mme Hugon in tears nor that of the boy burning

with fever had been strong enough to make him keep his vow, and the