this morning said that—and the Emperor has had published in the Moniteur an official request that the giver will make herself known, so that she may receive the thanks in person of himself and the Empress."
"Better and better," cried Fifi. "Ten francs the week more will Duvernet have to pay me for receiving the thanks of the Emperor and Empress." And then with an access of hauteur she added: "You must know very little of the theatrical profession, Cartouche, if you suppose I intend to let the newspapers remain in ignorance of who gave the money. Cartouche, in some respects, you know about as little concerning our profession as the next one. You never had the least idea of the value of advertising."
"Perhaps not," replied Cartouche, stung by her tone, "all I know is, the value of hard work. And now, I suppose, having thrown away the chance of marrying a worthy man in a respectable walk of life, you will proceed to marry some showy creature for his fine clothes, or his long pedigree, and then be miserable forever after."
"Oh, no," answered Fifi, sweetly. "The man I intend to marry is not at all showy. He is as plain
