Good Luck, who never likes to see pretty girls cry, led two speculators in the same direction. They remark to each other:—
“Look! here’s a little Spring! And there’s no casino on the bank!”
“No race game!”
“No gambling house!”
“Cannot this little Spring cure some illness?”
“If not, she is the only one of her kind!”
To satisfy themselves on this point they then take Mademoiselle Rivolta’s hand, lead her to the house of Madame Dezoder, a lady doctor in the same neighbourhood, and knock at the door.
Armed with a goblet, Madame Dezoder tastes Mademoiselle Rivolta.
After carefully testing her, her gesture says “Pooh!”
“What does that matter?” replied the bankers. “We will bottle Mademoiselle Rivolta and, with a good label, she will cure as well as her companions.”