Camillia opened an ormolu casket on a table near her, and took out a handful of dollars, which she dropped into the ample palm of the sailor.
"Will that requite you for your trouble, my good friend?" she asked.
"Right nobly, lady."
"If you can come again to-morrow, I may purchase something more of you."
The sailor grinned; "I'll come if I can, my lady," he answered, and with a rough salute he left the room, followed by Pepita.
"Was I right, Camillia?" asked Mademoiselle Corsi.
"You were, dear Pauline; see, a note in Paul's hand!"
"Shall I leave you to devour its contents?"
"No, Pauline, I have no secrets from you henceforth," answered Camillia, unfolding the precious scrap of paper.
It contained these words: