After being the master of the ship for seven years, Cardot now found himself towed along by a force of unlimited caprice.
But the luckless old gentleman was fond of his tyrant.

Florentine was to close his eyes; he meant to leave her a hundred thousand francs.

The iron age had now begun.
Georges Marest, with thirty thousand francs a year, and a handsome face, courted Florentine.

Every danseuse makes a point of having some young man who will take her to drive, and arrange the gay excursions into the country which all such women delight in.

However disinterested she may be, the courtship of such a star is a passion which costs some trifles to the favored mortal.