those of a kitten.

Yes! Demoiselle Candeille thought it would be extremely interesting to
go to London and to show to a nation of shopkeepers how daintily one
can be amused in a theatre.

Permission to depart from Paris was easy to obtain. In fact the fair lady
had never really found it difficult to obtain anything she very much
wanted.

In this case she had plenty of friends in high places. Marat was still alive
and a great lover of the theatre. Tallien was a personal admirer of hers,
Deputy Dupont would do anything she asked.

She wanted to act in London, at a theatre called Drury Lane. She wanted
to play Moliere in England in French, and had already spoken with
several of her colleagues, who were ready to join her. They would give
public representations in aid of the starving population of France; there
were plenty of Socialistic clubs in London quite Jacobin and
Revolutionary in tendency: their members would give her full support.

She would be serving her country and her countrymen and incidentally
see something of the world, and amuse herself. She was bored in Paris.

Then she thought of Marguerite St. Just, once of the Maison Moliere,
who had captivated an English milor of enormous wealth. Demoiselle
Candeille had never been of the Maison Moliere; she had been the leading
star of one of the minor --yet much-frequented--theatres of Paris, but she
felt herself quite able and ready to captivate some other unattached milor,
who would load her with English money and incidentally bestow an