"At any rate, Musette will have some supper." And after passing his handkerchief over his eyes under pretext of wiping his nose, he went to bed.
Two days later Musette woke up in a boudoir with rose-covered hangings.
A blue brougham was at her door, and all the fairies of fashion had been summoned to lay their wonders at her feet.

Musette was charming, and her youth seemed yet further rejuvenated in this elegant setting.

Then she began her old life again, was present at every festivity, and re-conquered her celebrity.

She was spoken of everywhere--in the lobbies of the Bourse, and even at the parliamentary refreshment bars.

As to her new lover, Monsieur Alexis, he was a charming young fellow.