He was the manager of the _Salle de Conde_.

Presently Madame John returned with a little bundle, and they hurried off together.
And now what did this mean?
Why, by any one of ordinary acuteness the matter was easily understood, but, to tell the truth, Kristian Koppig was a trifle dull, and got the idea at once that some damage was being planned against 'Tite Poulette.

It made the gentle Dutchman miserable not to be minding his own business, and yet-- "But the woman certainly will not attempt"-- said he to himself--"no, no! she cannot." Not being able to guess what he meant, I cannot say whether she could or not.

I know that next day Kristian Koppig, glancing eagerly over the "_Ami des Lois_," read an advertisement which he had always before skipped with a frown.

It was headed, "_Salle de Conde_," and, being interpreted, signified that a new dance was to be introduced, the _Danse de Chinois_, and that _a young lady_ would follow it with the famous "_Danse du Shawl_." It was the Sabbath.