"Yes."
"And she does not suspect anything?"
"Nothing."
"Well, I am curious to see the little one; let us call Aube, he can show his singer to us."
"Gentlemen, no folly," warned Velletri, "we are not in the Palais Royal here, and in some things the mob does not see any fun."
"I will attend to the people downstairs," said Arthur, while the vicomte rang loudly.
When the waiter came he received the order to send the landlord up, and in less than five minutes the latter came and bowed respectfully to the guests who had drunk so much champagne.
"Monsieur Aube," began the vicomte, "who is the little bird that sings so beautifully downstairs?"
"A young, modest, and very respectable girl, gentlemen."
The young men burst into loud laughter.