With head turned, she was emitting coils of smoke which rose tremblingly toward the ceiling. And to emphasize what she had just said:
"That's the truth I am telling you," she repeated.
Although I suffered cruelly, although every word of Gabrielle cut my heart as with a knife, I came up to her and coaxingly:
"Come, my little Gabrielle," I begged her, "tell me all about her!"
"Tell you! ... tell you! Wait now! You know the two Borgsheim brothers ... those two dirty Germans! Well, Juliette, was with both of them at the same time. I saw that myself, you know! At the same time, mind you, my dear! One night she said to one of them: 'Ah well! It is you that I love!' And she led him away. The next day she said to the other: 'No, it is positively you!' And she led him away. And you should have seen them! Two wretched Prussians who haggled over the bill! And a lot of other things. But I don't want to tell you anything because I see I hurt you."
"No!" I exclaimed, "no, Gabrielle, go on, because ... you understand. After all the disgust ... the disgust...."
I was choking. I burst into sobs.
Gabrielle was trying to console me.
"Come! Come now.... Poor Jean! Don't cry! She does not deserve all this grief! Such a nice boy as you are! I can't see how that is possible! I always used to tell her: 'You don't understand him, my dear, you never did understand him, a man like that is a jewel!' Ah! I know some women who would be mighty glad to have a man like you ... and who would love you very much!"
She sat down on my lap and wanted to dry the tears from my eyes. Her voice became soft and her eyes luminous: