games. They had a cold dinner on the grass, and drank cider, and went home at night with a
delicious feeling of fatigue, and in the carriage they kissed Madame' Tellier as their kind
mother, who was full of goodness and complaisance.
The house had two entrances. At the corner there was a sort of tap-room, which sailors and
the lower orders frequented at night, and she had two girls whose special duty it was to wait
on them with the assistance of Frederic, a short, light-haired, beardless fellow, as strong as a
horse. They set the half bottles of wine and the jugs of beer on the shaky marble tables
before the customers, and then urged the men to drink.
The three other girls--there were only five of them--formed a kind of aristocracy, and they
remained with the company on the first floor, unless they were wanted downstairs and there
was nobody on the first floor. The salon de Jupiter, where the tradesmen used to meet, was
papered in blue, and embellished with a large drawing representing Leda and the swan. The
room was reached by a winding staircase, through a narrow door opening on the street, and
above this door a lantern inclosed in wire, such as one still sees in some towns, at the foot
of the shrine of some saint, burned all night long.
The house, which was old and damp, smelled slightly of mildew. At times there was an
odor of eau de Cologne in the passages, or sometimes from a half-open door downstairs the
noisy mirth of the common men sitting and drinking rose to the first floor, much to the
disgust of the gentlemen who were there. Madame Tellier, who was on friendly terms with
her customers, did not leave the room, and took much interest in what was going on in the
town, and they regularly told her all the news. Her serious conversation was a change from
the ceaseless chatter of the three women; it was a rest from the obscene jokes of those stout
individuals who every evening indulged in the commonplace debauchery of drinking a glass
of liqueur in company with common women.
The names of the girls on the first floor were Fernande, Raphaele, and Rosa, the Jade. As
the staff was limited, madame had endeavored that each member of it should be a pattern,
an epitome of the feminine type, so that every customer might find as nearly as possible the
realization of his ideal. Fernande represented the handsome blonde; she was very tall, rather
fat, and lazy; a country girl, who could not get rid of her freckles, and whose short, light,
almost colorless, tow-like hair, like combed-out hemp, barely covered her head.
Raphaele, who came from Marseilles, played the indispensable part of the handsome
Jewess, and was thin, with high cheekbones, which were covered with rouge, and black hair
covered with pomatum, which curled on her forehead. Her eyes would have been
handsome, if the right one had not had a speck in it. Her Roman nose came down over a
square jaw, where two false upper teeth contrasted strangely with the bad color of the rest.
Rosa was a little roll of fat, nearly all body, with very short legs, and from morning till
night she sang songs, which were alternately risque or sentimental, in a harsh voice; told
silly, interminable tales, and only stopped talking in order to eat, and left off eating in order
to talk; she was never still, and was active as a squirrel, in spite of her embonpoint and her
short legs; her laugh, which was a torrent of shrill cries, resounded here and there,
ceaselessly, in a bedroom, in the loft, in the cafe, everywhere, and all about nothing.
The two women on the ground floor, Lodise, who was nicknamed La Cocotte, and Flora,