“Nothing at all.”
“Nothing?”
“Not even that,” said Ninny Moulin, biting his nail-tip.
“But what am I to do, then?”
“Dress yourself as handsomely as possible, take your ease, amuse yourself, ride about in a carriage. You see, it is not very fatiguing—and you will, moreover, help to do a good action.”
“What! by living like a duchess?”
“Yes! so make up your mind. Do not ask me for any more details, for I cannot give them to you. For the rest, you will not be detained against your will. Just try the life I propose to you. If it suits you, go on with it; if not, return to your Philemonic household.”
“In fact—”
“Only try it. What can you risk?”
“Nothing; but I can hardly believe that all you say is true. And then,” added she, with hesitation, “I do not know if I ought—”