"Goes masked, eh? Young, beautiful, eh? Well, I should say that's not bad advertising, at least." "Monsieur," said Jules, earnestly, "do not say it at the club. It would provoke discussion, and the young gentlemen might have anger. Mademoiselle Louise is worship' in this town. At first, _non!_ It was thought as you say. But soon this feeling of the young men it has shange'. It has go into devotion. Now it is religion!" "Well, that is a pretty state of affairs, isn't it?" "But I say to you that this Louise Loisson, she dance not like the othair _femmes du ballet--absolument non."_ Jules became excited, spreading out his hands and letting fall his napkin. "It is different, the quality of the dance of mademoiselle," said he. "It is _quelque chose,_ I do not know what. It is not to describe. It make you _think,_ thass all. As I say, she has come to be a religion." "But where does this divine creature live, Jules? Who is she? Come, now? you ought to tell me that much," Jules went on polishing a glass. "Ah, Monsieur, why you h'ask?" said he. "I may say so much, like this; she live with a lady in the French town--very fine, very quiet, very secret. It is the house of old family which was bought by Madame Delchasse. Madame, you have know, perhaps? She was long time the bes' cook in New Orleans. She make plenty money. When Mademoiselle Louise she first come here, she is very poor, she have no friend. Somehow she is found by this Madame Delchasse. Monsieur and Madame Delchasse, they have once together the res'traw. Monsieur is very fond of the _escargot a la Bourgogne,_ and one day he eat too many _escargot._ Madame, she run the res'traw, sell great many meal to the dam-yankees; sell the cook-_book_ to the dam- yankees _aussi._ Thus she get rich--very rich, and buy the house on l'Esplanade. But madame is lonely. She is not receive' by the old French _familles._ Monsieur Delchasse is dead, her shildren are dead-- she is alone. She take Louise Loisson home to live. My faith! she is watch her like the cat." "But how about this dancing? Why does she need to dance?" queried Eddring. "Ah, she has dance two, t'ree time in the house of Madame Delchasse. 'It is zhenius,' exclaim Madame Pelchasse at this dance; and always, and always, _tou-jours,_ she tell of the zhenius of this _jeune fille_ who has come live with her. Thass all. The _proprietaire_ of the Odeon, he fin' it hout. He insist, this _jeune fille_ shall dance. She riffuse. He insist, he offer much money. At las', she say she dance if she have always the masque. _'Bon!'_ he cry, and so it is determine'. She dance always in the domino. It is most romantique, most a'mirab'. So this is now the religion of all the young men, _mais, oui,_ this _jeune fille,_ Mademoiselle Louise Loisson!" "And how does Madame Delchasse regard this public dancing by her _jeune fille?"_