First one youth danced with Franconnette, then another; but she tired them all.

Then came Marcel, the soldier, wearing his sabre, with a cockade in his cap--a tall and stately fellow, determined to win the reward.

But he too, after much whirling and dancing, was at last tired out: he was about to fall with dizziness, and then gave in.

On goes the dance; Franconnette waits for another partner; Pascal springs to her side, and takes her round the waist.

Before they had made a dozen steps, the girl smiles and stops, and turns her blushing cheeks to receive her partner's willing kisses.
Marcel started up in a rage, and drawing himself to his full height, he strode to Pascal.