She was momentarily interested, however, at the sight of a young man with short curly hair and insolent face who kept a whole tableful of vastly fat women breathlessly attentive to his slightest caprice.

But when the young man began to laugh his bosom swelled.
"Good lack, it's a woman!" She let a little cry escape as she spoke, and Satin, who was stuffing herself with boiled fowl, lifted up her head and whispered: "Oh yes! I know her.

A smart lot, eh?
They do just fight for her." Nana pouted disgustingly.

She could not understand the thing as yet.
Nevertheless, she remarked in her sensible tone that there was no disputing about tastes or colors, for you never could tell what you yourself might one day have a liking for.

So she ate her cream with an air of philosophy, though she was perfectly well aware that Satin with her great blue virginal eyes was throwing the neighboring tables into a state of great excitement.