the people were getting their liberty again, and the flag of the despot
was being pulled down from the Tuileries. I have blood in my veins,
master, not ice."

"Bah!" M. Goude exclaimed. "What difference does it make to you, or to
anyone as far as I see, whether the taxes are levied in the name of an
Emperor or of a Republic? Do you think a Republic is going to feed you
any better and reduce your rents, or to permit Belleville and Montmartre
to become masters of Paris? In a short time they will grumble at the
Republic just as they grumble at the Emperor. It is folly and madness.
The Emperor is nothing to me, the Government is nothing to me. I have
to pay my taxes--they are necessary--for the army has to be kept up and
the Government paid; beyond that I do not care a puff of my pipe what
Government may call itself."

"You will see what you will see," said the girl, sententiously.

"I dare say, Minette, as long as I have eyes I shall do that. Now don't
waste any more time."

"What am I to be, master?"

"A Spanish peasant girl dancing; hold these slips of wood in your hand,
they are supposed to be castanets; now just imagine that music is
playing and that you are keeping time to it with them, and swaying your
body, rather than moving your feet to the music."

After two or three changes she struck an attitude that satisfied the
master.

"That will do, Minette, stand as you are; you cannot improve that. Now,
gentlemen, to work."

She was standing with one foot advanced, as if in the act of springing
on to it; one of her arms was held above her head, the other advanced
across her body; her head was thrown back, and her balance perfect.

Cuthbert looked up from his work, took out a note-book, and rapidly
sketched the figure; and then, putting his book into his pocket again,
returned to his work, the subject of which was a party of Breton
mobiles, with stacked arms under some trees in the Champs Elysee. He had
taken the sketch two days before and was now transferring it on to
canvas.

"I should not be surprised," he thought to himself, "if the girl is
right, and if there is not serious trouble brewing in the slums of
Paris.

"As soon as these fellows find out that they are no better off for the
change, and that a Republic does not mean beer and skittles, or, as they
would like, unlimited absinthe and public workshops, with short hours
and high pay, they will begin to get savage, and then there will be
trouble. The