"Who wants to hear me?"
"Some guests, Louison; high-toned guests."
"Are they ladies and gentlemen, or only gentlemen?"
"Gentlemen, jolly young gentlemen."
"And if I go up will you stay in the neighborhood?"
"Certainly; this house is my house, and you are under my protection."
Louison considered. One hundred francs was a treasure with which she could do wonders. A comfortable chair could be bought for the invalid, wine and other strengthening things kept in the house, and—
"I agree," she said, picking up her guitar; "when shall I go up?"
"Directly, Louison, I will accompany you."