"Oh! monsieur," she replied, "Madame Ratapond's a very respectable woman; she sends shawls into the departments and on the railroads."
"Has she many workgirls?"
"Six, and sometimes more."
"Do you know one of them named Mademoiselle Rosette—a pretty brunette, with a shapely, slender figure?"
"Oh! yes, monsieur. Mamzelle Rosette! To be sure, I know her; she goes up and down twenty times a day. She often does errands. Does monsieur happen to have brought her a ticket to the theatre? She told me this morning she expected one to-day, but she didn't count much on it."
"That is just what I have brought for her."
"Oh! won't she be glad, though! I tell you, monsieur, you can flatter yourself you've given her a lot of pleasure. She'll dance for joy when I tell her!"
"She doesn't live in the house, does she?"
"No, monsieur; she comes about eight o'clock or half-past."
"At what time does she go away?"