"Yes," said the landlord, "the one who had the imprudence to borrow
money of me to pay me something on account with. He is under notice to
quit."

"Yes sir. But he is rolling in gold today. I caught sight of it just
now. He is giving a party. It is a good time--"

"You are right," said the landlord. "I will go up and see for myself
by-and-by."

Madame Sidonie, who was at home when Marcel's letter was brought, sent
on her maid at once with the one intended for Musette.

The latter was then residing in a charming suite of rooms in the
Chaussee d'Antin. At the moment Marcel's letter was handed to her, she
had company, and, indeed, was going to give a grand dinner party that
evening.

"Here is a miracle," she exclaimed, laughing like a mad thing.

"What is it?" asked a handsome young fellow, as stiff as a statuette.

"It is an invitation to dinner," replied the girl. "How well it falls
out."

"How badly," said the young man.

"Why so?" asked Musette.

"What, do you think of going?"