And, when the servant had gone, she quietly resumed her conversation with Vallagnosc. Mouret, who had relapsed into his former lassitude, had listened in an absent-minded way, without understanding, while Bouthemont, worried by the adventure, remained buried in thought. Almost at that moment, however, the door was opened again, and two ladies were shown in. "Just fancy," said Madame Marty, "I was alighting at the door, when I saw Madame de Boves coming along under the arcade." "Yes," explained the latter, "it's a fine day, and my doctor says I must take walking exercise." Then, after a general hand-shaking, she inquired of Henriette: "So you're engaging a new maid?" "No," replied the other, astonished. "Why?" "Because I've just seen a young woman in the ante-room." Henriette interrupted her, laughing. "It's true; all those shop-girls look like ladies' maids, don't they? Yes, it's a young person come to alter a mantle." Mouret gazed at her intently, a suspicion flashing across his mind. But she went on with a forced gaiety, explaining that she had bought the mantle in question at The Ladies' Paradise during the previous week. "What!" asked Madame Marty, "have you deserted Sauveur, then?" "No, my dear, but I wished to make an experiment. Besides, I was pretty well satisfied with a first purchase I made--a travelling cloak. But this time it has not succeeded at all. You may say what you like, one is horribly rigged out in the big shops. I speak out plainly, even before Monsieur Mouret. He will never know how to dress a woman who is in the least degree stylish." Mouret did not defend his establishment, but still kept his eyes on her, consoling himself with the thought that she would never have dared to do what he had suspected. And it was Bouthemont who had to plead the cause of The Ladies' Paradise. "If all the aristocratic ladies who patronize us were to proclaim it," he retorted gaily, "you would be astonished by the names of our customers. Order a garment to measure at our place, it will equal one from Sauveur's and cost you but half the money. But there, just because it's cheaper, it's not so good." "So it doesn't fit, the mantle you speak of?" resumed Madame de Boves. "Ah! now I remember the young person. It's rather dark in your ante-room." "Yes," added Madame Marty, "I was wondering where I had seen that figure before. Well! go, my dear, don't stand on ceremony with us." Henriette assumed a look of disdainful unconcern. "Oh, presently, there is no hurry."