lties encountered by a lady who wished to
give entertainments and provide amusement for her friends.

Meantime Pierrot, or rather Madame Strahlberg, had leaped over an
imaginary barrier and came dancing toward the company, shaking her large
sleeves and settling her little snake-like head in her large quilled
collar, dragging after her the Hungarian, who seemed not very willing.
She presented him to Madame d'Avrigny, hoping that so fashionable a
woman might want him to play at her receptions during the winter, and
to a journalist who promised to give him a notice in his paper,
provided--and here he whispered something to Pierrot, who, smiling,
answered neither yes nor no. The sisters kept on their costumes;
Colette was enchanting with her bare neck, her long-waisted black velvet
corsage, her very short skirt, and a sort of three-cornered hat upon
her head. All the men paid court to her, and she accepted their homage,
becoming gayer and gayer at every compliment, laughing loudly, possibly
that her laugh might exhibit her beautiful teeth.

Wanda, as Pierrot, sang, with her hands in her pockets, a Russian
village song: "Ah! Dounai-li moy Dounai" ("Oh! thou, my Danube"). Then
she imperiously called Jacqueline to the piano:--"It is your turn now,"
she said, "most humble violet."

Up to that moment, Jacqueline's deep mourning had kept the gentlemen
present from addressing her, though she had been much stared at.
Although she did not wish to sing, for her heart was heavy as she
thought of the troubles that awaited her the next day at the convent,
she sang what was asked of her without resistance or pretension. Then,
for the first time, she experienced the pride of triumph. Szmera, though
he was furious at not being the sole lion of the evening, complimented
her, bowing almost to the ground, with one hand on his heart; Madame
Rochette assured her that she had a fortune in her throat whenever she
chose to seek it; persons she had never seen and who did not know her
name, pressed her hands fervently, saying that her singing was adorable.
All cried "Encore," "Encore!" and, yielding to the pleasure of applause,
she thought no more of the flight of time. Dawn was peeping through the
windows when the party broke up.

"What kind people!" thought the debutante, whom they had encouraged and
applauded; "some perhaps are a little odd, but how much cordiality
and warmth there is among them! It is catching. This is the sort of
atmosphere