"What's so tiresome of those shows is that it's always the same set of
women. One wants a novelty. Do try and invent a new girl. By Jove, happy
thought! I'll go and beseech that stout man to bring the woman he was
trotting about the other evening at the Varietes."

He referred to the chief clerk, sound asleep in the middle of the
drawing room. Fauchery, afar off, amused himself by following this
delicate negotiation. Vandeuvres had sat himself down by the stout man,
who still looked very sedate. For some moments they both appeared to be
discussing with much propriety the question before the house, which was,
"How can one discover the exact state of feeling that urges a young
girl to enter into the religious life?" Then the count returned with the
remark:

"It's impossible. He swears she's straight. She'd refuse, and yet I
would have wagered that I once saw her at Laure's."

"Eh, what? You go to Laure's?" murmured Fauchery with a chuckle. "You
venture your reputation in places like that? I was under the impression
that it was only we poor devils of outsiders who--"

"Ah, dear boy, one ought to see every side of life."

Then they sneered and with sparkling eyes they compared notes about
the table d'hote in the Rue des Martyrs, where big Laure Piedefer ran a
dinner at three francs a head for little women in difficulties. A nice
hole, where all the little women used to kiss Laure on the lips! And
as the Countess Sabine, who had overheard a stray word or two, turned
toward them, they started back, rubbing shoulders in excited merriment.
They had not noticed that Georges Hugon was close by and that he was