people, like poor actors and actresses, who live from hand to mouth, and can't be very particular, are in the way of doing more kindnesses for each other than people who lead more regular lives. Cartouche, you know, Holy Father, is a plain, blunt man."
"Like Mark Antony," replied the Pope, smiling. Fifi had never heard of such a person as Mark Antony, so very wisely held her peace.
"But this Cartouche seems to be an honest fellow," added the Pope.
"Holy Father," cried Fifi, earnestly, "Cartouche is as honest as you are!"
"I should like to see him," said the Holy Father, smiling at Fifi.
"If I could, I would make him come to you—but he will not even come to see me," said Fifi sadly. "Before he took me to Madame Bourcet's he told me I must leave my old life behind me. He said, 'It will be hard, Fifi, but it must be done resolutely.' I said: 'At least if I see no one else of those people, whom I really love, now that I am separated from them—except Julie Campionet'—I shall always hate Julie Campionet—'I shall see you.' 'No,' said Cartouche, in an obstinate voice that I
