To-morrow, in a couple of lines, we shall advise the managers to let Mademoiselle Florentine dance a particular step, and so forth.

Faith, my dear boy, I'm uncommonly lucky!" "Well!" thought Philippe; "if this worthy Giroudeau, with a skull as polished as my knee, forty-eight years, a big stomach, a face like a ploughman, and a nose like a potato, can get a ballet-girl, I ought to be the lover of the first actress in Paris.

Where does one find such luck ?" he said aloud.
"I'll show you Florentine's place to-night.

My Dulcinea only earns fifty francs a month at the theatre," added Giroudeau, "but she is very prettily set up, thanks to an old silk dealer named Cardot, who gives her five hundred francs a month." "Well, but-- ?" exclaimed the jealous Philippe.
"Bah!" said Giroudeau; "true love is blind." When the play was over Giroudeau took Philippe to Mademoiselle Florentine's _appartement_, which was close to the theatre, in the rue de Crussol.
"We must behave ourselves," said Giroudeau.

"Florentine's mother is here.