"It was in the road, madame, just against the kerb, in the rue de Berri."
"Ah, yes. I am glad you saw it. It was a piece of luck for you, too, hein?" She rose and opened her desk.
"Yes, indeed, madame," said the girl, clasping her hands.
"What are you—I mean, what do you do for a living?"
"I work at madame Wilhelmine's, madame."
"The milliner's? Why don't you go as mannequin somewhere?—you are—er—pretty."
"They tell me my figure is not good enough, madame."
"That's true. Your figure is bad," said the lady, more amiably. "Well, you could sit to artists for the face. You could earn more money that way than Wilhelmine pays you, I should think."
"I know only one honest way to make as much money as I want, madame," said the girl, in a low voice. "I want a good deal."
"Tiens! The State lotteries, of course."