me before I exhausted them, and
then, like _Louise_, I felt the call of Paris. We got in only an hour
ago, and after a very hasty dinner came to the Opera. _Louise_ seemed to
me to be the very best introduction I could give my nephew to this
wonderful city."

"That is exactly what I have been saying to my cousin Molly!" broke in
Philippe. "It seems to me that Charpentier has given the true Paris with
all of its charm and its dangers. Of course one should see this opera
for the first time in the spring of the year, as that is when Paris is
most alluring and in that season the scene is laid."

"Molly, look in the second tier of boxes almost directly opposite us and
see if that good looking young woman in the rather _outre_ gown is an
acquaintance of yours," said the marchioness. "She has been looking at
our box steadily ever since we arrived."

"Her face is familiar but I can't place her. Judy, see if you know her,"
said Molly, as she adjusted Mr. Kinsella's opera glasses to her eyes.
She and Judy got the focus at the same moment and exclaimed in unison:
"Frances Andrews!"

"She is a girl we knew in our freshman year at college" explained Molly
to her Cousin Sally. "I remember she came to Paris to join her
grandmother, but we have never seen or heard of her since she left
college. She was a very peculiar person but clever and bright, and
always awfully nice to me."

"Humph!" sniffed Judy. "I'd like to see the person who isn't nice to
you, you old saint! The only thing I ever liked about Frances Andrews
was that she got into bigger scrapes than I did and made my misdemeanors
seem small in comparison. She was clever enough, I'll grant you that,
but peculiar is a kind adjective to use in describing that girl. Why,
Molly, she was the most unpopular girl at Wellington. Even her own class
did not stand by her. She was crooked, as crooked as a snake."

"Oh, Judy, there was a lot of good in Frances, but she got in bad with
her class and could not redeem herself somehow. She was so young, too,
and I haven't a doubt that she is vastly improved," and Molly caught the
eager eye of the handsome girl in the opposite box and gave her a
cordial bow.

In a moment an usher brought a card to the door of the d'Ochte box. On
it was scrawled the following note:

"Molly darling: I am wild to see you. Give me your address and I'll come
to-morrow.--Frances."

Molly wrote the address of the _Maison Pace_ and said she would be glad
to s