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 his hand to a voluptuous

siren with red hair. "T'at is Ernes tine. Tonight she will take her part at

t'e Alcazar; at t'e toor a friend

will meet her unt t'ey will go toget'er down t'e Champs-Elysees to t'e grand
boulevard, where t'ey sit in front of Pousset's and trink t'eir wine unt
eau sucree. T'ey will watch t'e crowds, t'ey will greet t'eir friends, t'ey will exchange t'e tay's news. T'en t'ey will go to tinner--six or eight of t'em toget'er--een a leetle room at Maxime's, where t'ey can make
so much noise as pleases t'em--only
I will not pe t'ere--in
all t'at great city, nowhere will I pe! Unt I am missed, monsieur, no more
t'an iss a grain of sand from t'e peach out yonder!" His voice trembled
and broke, and he ran his hands through his hair in a very agony of despair. "There, there," said Rushford,
soothingly, repressing an inclination to laugh at the grotesque

figure before him. "Don't take it so much to heart. I dare say they drink your health oftener than you imagine." "Do you

really t'ink so, monsieur?" asked Pelletan, brightening.
"And, depend upon it, you'll get back to them some day," continued the American. "Only stay here a year or two until you've made your fortune, as
you're certain to do now." "Yess, monsieur," agreed Pelletan, huskily. "T'anks to you!" "In the meantime," added Rushford, smiling, "keep the ladies, if you like to look
at them. Your little foibles are no affair of mine. What I wanted to speak to you about was a matter of business.
There's a blatant, detestable French spy in the house who has got to get out. He even had the
impudence to ogle my girls at dinner this evening. Shall I kick him out, or will you attend
to the matter?" Pelletan had grown paler at every word until he was fairly livid. "Iss eet Monsieur Tellier
to whom monsieur refers?" he stammered. "I don't know his name, but he looks like a freak from the