Andree let a dozen of the animals out--lions, leopards, a tiger, and a bear,--and they gambolled round her playfully, sometimes quarrelling with each other, but brought up smartly by her voice and a little whip, which she always carried--the only sign of professional life about her, though there was ever a dagger hid in her dress.

For the rest, she looked a splendid gipsy.
Gaston suddenly asked if he might visit her.

At the moment she was playing with the young tiger.

She paused, was silent, preoccupied.

The tiger, feeling neglected, caught her hand with its paw, tearing the skin.