But the climax was reached when, a few minutes afterward, a lady, in an extremely loud and startling toilet, was ushered into the witness-box. Frederick gazed at her inquiringly, but was unable to recall to mind ever having met her before.
“Your name, madam?” inquired the president.
“Cora de St. Augustin.”
“Your residence?”
“206 Rue Blanche.”
“Your age?”
(After a moment's hesitation). “Nineteen.”
“Your profession?”
(A long pause). “Premiere danseuse.”
The Judge—“Of what theater? Is it of the Grande Opera?”