But this is an aside. Elated at my success at roulette, a game which generally bores me, for I generally lose, I suggested to Faulkner that we should go together to some haunt of amusement more exhilarating than the Casino. "What about the ball down in La Condamine to-night?" he asked, looking at me oddly. "Ball?" I said. "What ball? I didn't know there was one." "Oh, yes there is. It isn't an aristocratic ball, you know. Far from it. I've lived out here a good deal, and got to know my way about. It is rather an expensive form of amusement, but as you have made two hundred and fifty-six pounds in ten minutes, you may as well spend a pound or two that way as any other. I think you will afterwards admit it has been an `experience'." I did admit it--and a great deal besides. It was the most "unconventional" ball I had ever attended, or have attended since. We picked up a number of acquaintances, eight or ten in all, and went boisterously down to La Condamine. The gay supper was most enjoyable. Most of the women's dresses were suitable for warm climates, being conspicuous by their scantiness, rather than by their beauty. Some wore the black _loup_ over their eyes. At supper I sat beside a girl whose identity was thus concealed. She had a wonderful figure, and her thick dark hair hung in two long plaits down below her waist. About her movements there was something that seemed familiar to me, and in vain I tried to recollect when I had met her before, and where. At last my curiosity outran my discretion. "Take off your mask," I said to her in French. "I'll give you two louis." "Give them to me," she said, also in French, the only language she had talked, "and I will take it off." I did so. "Don't be too surprised," she exclaimed in broken English with a ripple of laughter. She pulled up the mask, then twisted it off, and I found myself seated beside Lady Thorold's maid, Judith, whom I had last seen at the hotel on the night the Baronne de Coudron had arrived. I confess that I was considerably annoyed. I am not, I am thankful to think, one of those men who like to behave absurdly with domestic servants, especially with other people's servants. I had never liked this girl, she had always struck me as being hypocritical and designing, and though now she looked extremely pretty, judged by a certain standard, I could not dispel from my thoughts the picture of the demure maid with downcast eyes, whom a casual observer probably would not have looked at twice.