"No, I should think not!" she exclaimed, almost indignantly.
"You are going to leave your husband!" went on the dull, even voice. Marie's cheeks paled and she gasped but did not reply. Jacqueline looked up slowly.
"Is it true?"
"Yes! it's quite true!" was the low reply in an awed tone. Then she added by way of justification: "My husband is Victor, the boots, who brought up your luggage."
"He seems to be a good fellow," remarked the woman, indifferently.
"Yes," the girl sniffed contemptuously, "but he's such a common sort of man!"
"And the other?" There was awakening interest in the stupid eyes and dull voice.
"Oh, the other is a gentleman! A real gentleman!" cried Marie, clasping her hands joyously. "He's a commercial traveler—in soap! He dresses beautifully and he smells—ah—m-m! I am to meet him to-night at the Grand Café, opposite the theater, and to-morrow we shall be fa-a-r-away!"
"And your baby?"
The girl shrugged her shoulders indifferently.