The two ladies looked at each other in terror. Curious heads began to peep under the apron of the cabriolet.
“Oh, they are women,” cried some; “Opera girls, doubtless,” said others, “who think they have a right to crush the poor because they receive ten thousand francs a month.”
A general shout hailed these words, and they began again to cry, “To the magistrate!”
The younger lady shrank back trembling with fear; the other looked around her with wonderful resolution, though with frowning brows and compressed lips.
“Oh, madame,” cried her companione, “for heaven’s sake, take care!”
“Courage, Andrée, courage!” she replied.
“But they will recognize you, madame.”
“Look through the windows, if Weber is still behind the cabriolet.”
“He is trying to get down, but the mob surrounds him. Ah! here he comes.”
“Weber,” said the lady in German, “we will get out.”