And as for the bill, good God! What a noise there had been about it all! It had ended by his deciding to print the names of the two actresses in the same-sized type.

But it wouldn't do to bother him.

Whenever any of his little women, as he called them--Simonne or Clarisse, for instance--wouldn't go the way he wanted her to he just up with his foot and caught her one in the rear.
Otherwise life was impossible.

Oh yes, he sold 'em; HE knew what they fetched, the wenches! "Tut!" he cried, breaking off short.

"Mignon and Steiner.