ure," said Lajeunie. "Is it a supper?"
"No," said Tricotrin. "It is a robbery. I shall explain. Doubtless you know the name of Mademoiselle Claudine Hillairet?'"
"I have never heard it in my life. Is she in Society?"
"Society? She is in the Comédie Royale. She is a great actress, but--like us all--unrecognized."
"My heart bleeds for her. Another comrade!"
"I was sure I could depend upon your sympathy. Well, on Thursday night, they will revive 'La Curieuse' at the Comédie, and I myself propose to write Jules Labarregue's critique of the performance. Do you tumble?"
"It is a gallant action. Yes, I grasp the climax, but at present I do not perceive how the plot is to be constructed."
"Labarregue's notices 'are despatched by messenger," began Pitou.
"From the Cafe de l'Europe," added Tricotrin.
"So much I know," said Lajeunie.
"I shall attack the messenger, and make a slight exchange of manuscripts," Tricotrin went on.