“I thought that Van Klopen was jesting,” went on the young girl. “But he had never been more in earnest; and, to prove it, he commenced explaining to me what he wanted. He proposed to get up for me some of those costumes which are sure to attract attention; and two or three times a week he would send me a fine carriage, and I would go and show myself in the Bois. “I felt disgusted at the proposition. “‘Never!’ I said. “‘Why not?’ “‘Because I respect myself too much to make a living advertisement of myself.’ “He shrugged his shoulders. “‘You are wrong,’ he said. ‘You are not rich, and I would give you twenty francs for each ride. At the rate of eight rides a month, it would be one hundred and sixty francs added to your wages. Besides,’ he added with a wink, ‘it would be an excellent opportunity to make your fortune. Pretty as you are, who knows but what some millionaire might take a fancy to you!’ “I felt indignant. “‘For that reason alone, if for no other,’ I exclaimed, ‘I refuse.’ “‘You are a little fool,’ he replied. ‘If you do not accept, you cease being in my employment. Reflect!’ “My mind was already made up, and I was thinking of looking out for some other occupation, when I received a note from my friend the peace-officer, requesting me to call at his office. “I did so, and, after kindly inviting me to a seat, “‘Well,’ he said, ‘what is there new?’ “‘Nothing. I have noticed no one watching me.’ “He looked annoyed. “‘My agents have not detected any thing, either,’ he grumbled. ‘And yet it is evident that your enemies cannot have given it up so. They are sharp ones: if they keep quiet, it is because they are preparing some good trick. What it is I must and shall find out. Already I have an idea which would be an excellent one, if I could discover some way of throwing you among what is called good society.’ “I explained to him, that, being employed at Van Klopen’s, I had an opportunity to see there many ladies of the best society. “‘That is not enough,’ he said. “Then M. Van Klopen’s propositions came back to my mind, and I stated them to him. “‘Just the thing!’ he exclaimed, starting upon his chair: ‘a manifest proof that luck is with us. You must accept.’ “I felt bound to tell him my objections, which reflection had much increased. “‘I know but too well,’ I said, ‘what must happen if I accept this odious duty. Before I have been four times to the Bois, I shall be noticed, and every one will imagine that they know for what purpose I come there. I shall be assailed with vile offers. True, I have no fears for myself. I shall always be better guarded by my pride than by the most watchful of parents. But my reputation will be lost.’ “I failed to convince him. “‘I know very well that you are an honest girl,’ he said to me; ‘but, for that very reason, what do you care what all these people will think, whom you do not know? Your future is at stake. I repeat it, you must accept.’