dress, appeared doubtful; then brightened, "Ah!" she exclaimed, making an important discovery in spite of his handwriting. "Colline des Roses! Ah, Colline des Roses! Oh, Colline des Roses!"
"Do you know where it is?"
"Where is Colline des Roses? Everybody can tell you, gentleman. It is where live Mademoiselle Daurel and her sister."
"Do you know them?"
"I?" she said. "No, no! I know some pipple that work for them. They have two chauffeur'; one is marry with my cousin. Their cook I know, too. You are going there, gentleman?"
"I want to send this note there."
"The concierge at the bureau, he do it for you, gentleman." She looked again at the envelope. "Oh, it is for Madame Momoro! Ah, Madame Momoro!"
"You know her?"
She laughed. "No, gentleman. I have seens her. Very—very gentil. You know what gentil is? Beautiful lady! She is here with them last winter and in the spring. You see Mademoiselle Daurel and her sister, they are very rich pipple. Always they were rich; but now they have a brother has die in
