However, let us go into the aristocratic regions." "There," said Rodolphe, as they entered the saloon favored by the fashionables of the place, "there is one who seems nice and quiet," and he pointed out a young girl fairly well dressed who was seated in a corner.
"Very good," replied Alexander, "keep a little in the background, I am going to launch the fire-ship of passion for you.

When it is necessary to put in an appearance I will call you." For ten minutes Alexander conversed with the girl, who from time to time broke out in a joyous burst of laughter, and ended by casting towards Rodolphe a smiling glance which said plainly enough, "Come, your advocate has won the cause." "Come," said Alexander, "the victory is ours, the little one is no doubt far from cruel, but put on an air of simplicity to begin with." "You have no need to recommend me to do that." "Then give me some tobacco," said Alexander, "and go and sit down beside her." "Good heavens," said the young girl when Rodolphe had taken his place by her side, "how funny you friend is, his voice is like a trumpet." "That is because he is a musician." Two hours later Rodolphe and his companion halted in front of a house in the Rue St.Denis.
"It is here that I live," said the girl.
"Well, my dear Louise, when and where shall I see you again ?" "At your place at eight o'clock tomorrow evening." "For sure ?" "Here is my pledge," replied Louise, holding up her rosy cheek to Rodolphe's, who eagerly tasted this ripe fruit of youth and health.
Rodolphe went home perfectly intoxicated.
"Ah!" said he, striding up and down his room, "it can't go off like that, I must write some verses." The next morning his porter found in his room some thirty sheets of paper, at the top of which stretched in solitary majesty of line-- "Ah; love, oh! love, fair prince of youth." That morning, contrary to his habits, Rodolphe had risen very early, and although he had slept very little, he got up at once.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, "today is the great day.

But then twelve hours to wait.

How shall I fill up these twelve eternities ?" And as his glance fell on his desk he seemed to see his pen wriggle as though intending to say to him "Work." "Ah! yes, work indeed! A fig for prose.

I won't stop here, it reeks of ink." He went off and settled himself in a cafe where he was sure not to meet any friends.
"They would see that I am in love," he thought, "and shape my ideal for me in advance." After a very brief repast he was off to the railway station, and got into a train.