_Mon Dieu!_ how frightful she was! She had never realised her disfigurement so thoroughly.

And she could not help looking at her shadow; indeed, she waited for the gas-lamps, still watching the Punch as it bobbed about.

Ah! she had a pretty companion beside her! What a figure! It ought to attract the men at once! And at the thought of her unsightliness, she lowered her voice, and only just dared to stammer behind the passers-by: "Sir, just listen." It was now getting quite late.

Matters were growing bad in the neighborhood.

The eating-houses had closed and voices, gruff with drink, could be heard disputing in the wineshops.