rfectly right, on the contrary. I asked you if I was better
looking than Mlle. Favoral; and you replied to me, that it was not
the same style."

"It is because, mademoiselle, there is indeed no possible comparison
between you, who are a wealthy heiress, and whose life is a
perpetual enchantment, and a poor girl, very humble, and very modest,
who rides in the omnibus, and who makes her dresses herself."

A contemptuous smile contracted Mlle. Cesarine's lips.

"Why not?" she interrupted. "Men have such funny tastes!"

And, turning around suddenly, she began another rondo, no less
famous than the first, and borrowed, this time, from the third act
of the Petites-Blanchisseuses:

"What matters the quality?
Beauty alone takes the prize
Women before man must rise,
And claim perfect equality."

Very attentively M. de Tregars was observing her. He had not been
the dupe of the great surprise she had manifested when she found
him in the little parlor.

"She knew I was here," he thought; "and it is her mother who has
sent her to me. But why? and for what purpose?"

"With all that," she resumed, "I see the sweet Mme. Favoral and her
modest daughter in a terribly tight place. What a 'bust,' marquis!"

"They have a great deal of courage, mademoiselle."

"Naturally. But, what is better, the daughter has a splendid voice:
at least, so her professor told Costeclar. Why should she not go on
the stage? Actresses make lots of money, you know. Papa'll help
her, if she wishes. He has a great deal of influence in the
theatres, papa has."

"Mme. and Mlle. Favoral have friends."

"Ah, yes! Costeclar."

"Others besides."

"I beg your pardon; but it seems to me that this one will do to
begin with. He is gallant, Costeclar, extremely gallant, and,
moreover, generous as a lord. Why should he not offer to that
youthful and timid damsel a nice little position in mahogany and
rosewood? That way, we should have the pleasure of meeting her
around the lake."

And she began singing again, with a slight variation,

"Manon, who, before the war,
Carried clothes for a living,
Now for her gains is trusting
To that insane Costeclar."

"Ah, that big red-headed girl is terribly provoking!" thought M.
de Tregars.

But, as he did not as yet understand very clearly what she wished
to come to, he kept on his guard, and remained cold as marb