"Ah, Zora de Chantemille, that is a fine name, indeed."
"It is only a fancy name, and she had an awful row over it with master. She wanted to be called Raphaela, but he stood out for Zora."
"Zora is a very pretty name," observed Mascarin solemnly.
"Yes, sir, just what the maid and I told her. She is a splendid woman, and doesn't she just squander the shiners? Thirty thousand francs have gone since yesterday."
"Not cash, you understand, but tick. M. de Gandelu has not a sou of his own in the world, so a waiter at Potier's told me, and he knew what was what; but the governor is rolling in money. Yesterday they had a house-warming--the dinner, with wine, cost over a thousand francs."
Not seeing how to utilize any of this gossip, Mascarin made a gesture of dismissal, when the woman exclaimed,--
"Stop, sir, I have something to tell you."
"Well," said Mascarin, throwing himself back in his chair with an air of affected impatience, "let us have it."