No sooner said than it was done. And since a godmother was required for the new Spring launched upon the world, the bankers fetch Fortune, Mademoiselle Renée Maupin, from the Opera! [p328]
Ah! what a delightful person!
I always liked Fortune instinctively, before I knew her; but since I have seen her feet, figure, and eyes! . . . . .
“You shall cure everything!” Fortune assured the Spring.
They placed the bottle in the doctor’s house and in it Mademoiselle Rivolta, who looked like a saint in her shrine.
Then the procession of those wounded by Life (Ereintés de la Vie)—this is the title of the pantomime—commences. [p329]
They are all invalided by love: first, a number of pretty girls who have flirted too much; then all the gentlemen who have been wounded by these flirtations.
Love himself comes to the Spring.
He is very ill.