At this, Nanteuil, filled with joy, cast upon him a look of contempt. She feared him no longer, and she could not forgive him for having alarmed her.
She rose.
"Good evening; I have a headache. Good-bye till to-morrow, Monsieur Constantin Marc." And she went out briskly.
Chevalier ran after her down the corridor, descended the stage staircase behind her, and rejoined her by the stage doorkeeper's box.
"Félicie, come and dine with me to-night at our cabaret. I should be so glad if you would! Will you?"
"Good gracious, no!"
"Why won't you?"
"Leave me alone; you are bothering me!"
She tried to escape. He detained her.