As the landlord entered the hall, Louison was just going about and collecting. The crop was a rich one, and with sparkling eyes the songstress returned to her place, to give a few more songs, when Aube drew her into a corner.
"Louison," he softly said, "I have got a good business to propose to you."
"What is it, Father Aube?"
The landlord, somewhat embarrassed, stammeringly answered:
"If you desire you can make one hundred francs in fifteen minutes."
"So much? You are joking?"
"Not at all; you sing two or three songs, and the money is earned."
"Where shall I sing?"
"Here in my house, on the first story."
At this minute the hall-door opened and loud laughter came from above. Louison looked anxiously at the host and asked: