—Would you tell us then, Mademoiselle, that you have taken the Communion?
No doubt it was with that piece of meat.
—Why, sir?
—In what religion have you been brought up?
—In the Catholic religion.
—Is it possible? Really! you are a Catholic and you keep some pie for your meals on a fast-day, on a Friday! A Friday! he repeated with an accent of the deepest indignation: has not your Curé then taught that it is forbidden to eat meat the day on which Our Lord Jesus Christ died to redeem you from your sins?
—I know it, answered the young girl colouring, but we are not able to attend to religion much. We do not belong to any parish.
—What do you mean by "we?" What is your calling?
—I am a travelling artiste, sir.
—A travelling artiste. What is that?
—I dance character dances, and I appear in tableaux vivants and poses plastiques.