The good-natured knight explained, with a smile, that the lady, fearing lest my memory should prove defective, wanted me to pay for my supper in advance. I thanked him, and asked her if a louis would be enough; and on her replying in the affirmative, I gave her the Louis and asked for her address. The knight told me politely that he would take me there himself after the theatre, adding,-- “She’s the wantonest wench in all Marseilles.” He then asked me if I knew the town, and when I told him that I had only come that day he said he was glad to be the first to make my acquaintance. We went to the middle of the amphitheatre and he pointed out a score of girls to right and left, all of them ready to treat the first comer to supper. They are all on the free list, and the manager finds they serve his ends as respectable women will not sit in their boxes, and they draw people to the theatre. I noticed five or six of a better type than the one I had engaged, but I resolved to stick to her for the evening, and to make the acquaintance of the others another time. “Is your favourite amongst them?” I said to the knight. “No, I keep a ballet-girl, and I will introduce you to her, as I am glad to say that I am free from all jealousy.” When the play came to an end he took me to my nymph’s lodging, and we parted with the understanding that we were to see more of one another. I found the lady in undress--a circumstance which went against her, for what I saw did not please me. She gave me a capital supper, and enlivened me by some witty and wanton sallies which made me regard her in a more favourable light. When we had supper she got into bed, and asked me to follow her example; but I told her that I never slept out. She then offered me the English article which brings peace to the soul, but I did not accept the one she offered as I thought it looked of a common make. “I have finer ones, but they are three francs each, and the maker only sells them by the dozen,” she said. “I will take a dozen if they are really good,” I replied. She rang the bell, and a young, charming, and modest-looking girl came in. I was struck with her. “You have got a nice maid,” I remarked, when the girl had gone for the protective sheaths. “She is only fifteen,” she said, “and won’t do anything, as she is new to it.” “Will you allow me to see for myself?” “You may ask her if you like, but I don’t think she will consent.”