at the thought of putting Julie's Roman nose out of joint; that, at least, seemed natural and normal.
"If Cartouche will let me—" for Fifi now, instead of opposing Cartouche, seemed unable to come to the smallest decision without him.
"I will see to that," replied the manager eagerly, "and I will also see to it that Julie Campionet is made to gnaw the file."
Just then Cartouche coming in, Fifi besought him to let her act for at least two weeks more; and Cartouche, feeling himself that vague, but intense strangeness of all things and people since Fifi got her hundred thousand francs, consented. When it was decided, Toto laid his nose down on his paws and uttered a short whine of relief, which sounded like grace after meat.
So Fifi was to play for two weeks more at the Imperial Theater, the franc seats were to be two francs, and the cheapest seats, fifty centimes. Fifi breathed again. It was a respite.
Meanwhile Fifi had been formally notified that the money was awaiting her at a certain bank, and she was requested to name a day for the payment to her, in the presence of an official of the lottery, a friend of her own, and a representative of the
