Yes, she had been told that the hussy had left her old gentleman, just like the inexperienced girl she was.

She had gotten along famously with him, petted, adored, and free, too, if she had only known how to manage the situation.

But youth is foolish, and she had no doubt gone off with some young rake, no one knew exactly where.

What seemed certain was that one afternoon she had left her old fellow on the Place de la Bastille, just for half a minute, and he was still waiting for her to return.

Other persons swore they had seen her since, dancing on her heels at the "Grand Hall of Folly," in the Rue de la Chapelle.