"You are all thieves," I cried; " you are all pimps! "
And I went away, threatening them with the commissary of police and the justice of the peace.
Â« ' Oh ! you are looking for trouble ? Yes, well, you shall have it, scoundrels that you are ! ' '
Alas ! the commissary of police pretended that the affair did not concern him. The justice of the peace advised me to let it drop. He explained:
â€¢ ' In the first place, Mademoiselle, you will not be believed. And that is as it should be. What would become of society if a servant could be right against a master? There would be no more society. Mademoiselle. That would be anarchy."
I consulted a lawyer; he demanded two hundred francs. I wrote to M. Xavier; he did not answer me. Then I coimted up my resources. I had three francs fifty left â€” and the street