And seeing her there in her dazzling gown fit for a queenly virgin, and hearing her pour forth the vilest words, they thought her most wonderfully droll.

However, when she had drunk as much champagne as she cared for and was half crazy, a novel idea suddenly occurred to her.
"I say, my children," she exclaimed, "we are surely not going to stop here.

It's so precious slow! You shall take me to the Chamber of Horrors--eh?
just to finish the evening.

I want to hear Legras sing 'La Chemise,' that song which all Paris is running to hear him sing." But Duvillard indignantly rebelled: "Oh! no," said he; "most certainly not.

It's a vile song and I'll never take you to such an abominable place." But she did not appear to hear him.