"Ah! that's an unkind fling of yours; but beware; there are some great flirts who may do as the grisettes do; one must not be sure of anything in this world. Let us return to what you were saying: a very pretty grisette, and a messenger for your rival. Do you know, that would be very interesting! Messengers are not long-suffering, and they don't stand by and allow their loves to be taken from them with the complaisance and patience of the majority of our husbands in fashionable society. You really must involve Albert in this intrigue. He must fall in love with this grisette. If she is pretty, I see no great difficulty about it; and you are so clever, Monsieur Célestin, surely you can bring it about. Oh! it would be so amusing!" Célestin was utterly unable to understand Madame Baldimer's purpose in urging him to do his utmost to make Albert fall in love with a pretty grisette. "Well, monsieur, don't you hear me?" cried the fair American, irritated by the young man's silence. "Yes, madame; yes, I hear you perfectly. But I confess that I don't understand you! and my brain is in a whirl when I try to divine your object. You do all that you can to turn Albert's head. If he seems to be a little less enamored of you, you redouble your fascinations and coquetries to bring him to your feet; and, lo! you insist now that your adorer shall fall in love with a pretty grisette, and scold me because my friend is not involved in a lot of other intrigues! I say again, all this is infernally hard to understand." Madame Baldimer frowned, as she replied: "But it isn't necessary that you should understand me, monsieur; it is enough, it seems to me, that it is my wish." "I am very sorry, madame, but you should not do so much to inflame Albert's passion for yourself. He, who used to take fire at the mere sight of a woman, is indifferent now to the loveliest; and it is your fault." "Really! Do you think that he loves me to that point?" "I am afraid so, for his sake." Madame Baldimer reflected a few moments, then rose, and said, with a gracious smile: "Adieu, Monsieur de Valnoir! our interview has been very long, and I have nothing further to ask you." "Shall I see you soon?" "I think so; however, I will write, as before, when I have anything to ask you. I do not need to remind you that Albert must not know that you have seen me." Célestin smiled and bowed, and stepped forward to take the fair American's hand; but she had already vanished. "A strange woman!" muttered Célestin, looking around the room in surprise. "Gad! I have known a great many of them, but never one whose heart was so difficult to decipher as hers. Never mind; she is very beautiful, very refined, very fashionable, and it will be delicious to whisk her away from my dear friend Albert." Célestin left the lovely widow's abode, and repaired to the boulevard, where he met Mouillot, who ran up to him, crying: "Victory! he is ours! we have him, or at least we shall have him this evening!"