Protected by the police, she was far enough from Paris to be certain that those who visited her liberally appointed establishment were above the middle class.

Everything was strictly regulated in her house and every pleasure was taxed at a reasonable tariff.

The prices were six francs for a breakfast with a nymph, twelve for dinner, and twice that sum to spend a whole night.

I found the house even better than its reputation, and by far superior to the warren.
We took a coach, and Patu said to the driver, "To Chaillot." "I understand, your honour." After a drive of half an hour, we stopped before a gate on which could be read, "Hotel du Roule." The gate was closed.

A porter, sporting long mustachioes, came out through a side-door and gravely examined us.