She has that celestial look poor Coralie used to have; she can weep,--the tones of her voice will draw a thousand-franc note from a granite heart; and the young mischief soaks up champagne better than any of us.

It is a precious discovery; she is under obligations to Mariette, and wants to pay them off.

After squandering the fortunes of two Englishmen, a Russian, and an Italian prince, Mademoiselle Esther is now in poverty; give her ten thousand francs, that will satisfy her.

She has just remarked, laughing, that she has never yet fricasseed a bourgeois, and it will get her hand in.

Esther is well known to Finot, Bixiou, and des Lupeaulx, in fact to all our set.