ng of the machinery of the round-abouts, and the hubbub of the
crowd that came and went among the booths that were illuminated by
paraffin lamps. As they were passing in front of a somnambulist's van,
Monsieur de Fontrailles stopped and said to Madame d'Ormonde:

"Would you like to have our fortune told?"

It was a very fine specimen of its kind, and had, no doubt, been far and
wide. Placards and portraits, bordered by advertisements, hung above the
shaky steps, and the small windows with their closed shutters, were
almost hidden by boxes of sweet basil and mignonette, while an old, bald
parrot, with her feathers all ruffled, was asleep just outside.

The fortune teller was sitting on a chair, quietly knitting a stocking,
and on their approach she got up, went up to Madame d'Ormonde and said
in an unctuous voice:

"I reveal the present, the past and the future, and even the name of the
future husband or wife, and of deceased relations, as well as my
client's present and future circumstances. I have performed before
crowned heads. The Emperor of Brazil came to me, with the illustrious
poet, Victor Hugo.... My charge is five francs for telling your fortune
from the cards or by your hand, and twenty francs for the whole lot....
Would you like the lot, Madame?"

Madame d'Ormonde gave vent to a burst of sonorous laughter, like a
street girl, who is amusing herself, but they went in and Monsieur de
Fontrailles opened the glass door which was covered by a heavy red
curtain. When they got in, the young woman uttered an exclamation of
surprise. The interior of the van was full of roses, arranged in the
most charming manner as if for a lovers' meeting. On a table covered
with a damask cloth, and which was surrounded by piles of cushions, a
supper was waiting for chance comers, and at the other end, concealed by
heavy hangings, one could see a large, wide bed, one of those beds which
give rise to sinister suggestions!

Xavier had shut the door again, and Madame d'Ormonde looked at him in a
strange manner, with rather flushed cheeks, palpitating nostrils, and a
look in her eyes, such as he had never seen in them before, and in a
very low voice, while his heart beat violently, and he whispered into
her ear:

"Well, does the decoration please you this time?"

She replied by holding up her lips to him, and then filled two glasses
with extra dry champagne, which was as pale as the skin of a fair woman,
and said almost as if sh