It was on foot, therefore, that I was compelled to return to Paris.
"Mme. Fortin received me with open arms. With me returned the hopeof recovering the hundred and odd francs which I owed her, andwhich she had given up for lost. Moreover, she had excellent newsfor me. M. Van Kiopen had sent for me during my absence, requestingme to call at his shop. Tired as I was, I went to see him at once.
found him very much downcast by the poor prospects of business.
Still he was determined to go on, and offered to employ me, not aswork-woman, as heretofore, but to try on garments for customers, ata salary of one hundred and twenty francs a month. I was not in aposition to be very particular. I accepted; and there I am still.
"Every morning, when I get to the shop, I take off this simplecostume, and I put on a sort of livery that belongs to M. Van Klopen,- wide skirts, and a black silk dress.
"Then whenever a customer comes who wants a cloak, a mantle, orsome other 'wrapping,' I step up and put on the garment, that thepurchaser may see how it looks. I have to walk, to turn around,sit down, etc. It is absurdly ridiculous, often humiliating; andmany a time, during the first days, I felt tempted to give backto M. Van Klopen his black silk dress.
Tips, opportunities to make money：Online wine make money"But the conjectures of my friend the peace-officer were constantlyagitating my brain. Since I thought I had discovered a mystery inmy existence, I indulged in all sorts of fancies, and was momentarilyexpecting some extraordinary occurrence, some compensation of destiny.
and I remained.
"But I was not yet at the end of my troubles."Since she had been speaking of M. Van Klopen, Mlle. Lucienne seemedto have lost her tone of haughty assurance and imperturbablecoolness; and it was with a look of mingled confusion and sadnessthat she went on.
Tips, opportunities to make money：Make money online 50 every day"What I was doing at Van Klopen's was exceedingly painful to me;and yet he very soon asked me to do something more painful still.
Gradually Paris was filling up again. The hotels had re-opened;foreigners were pouring in; and the Bois Boulogne was resumingits wonted animation. Still but few orders came in, and those fordresses of the utmost simplicity, of dark color and plain material,on which it was hard to make twenty-five per cent profit. VanKiopen was disconsolate. He kept speaking to me of the good olddays, when some of his customers spent as much as thirty thousandfrancs a month for dresses and trifles, until one day,"'You are the only one,' he told me, 'who can help me out justnow. You are really good looking; and I am sure that in full dress,spread over the cushions of a handsome carriage, you would createquite a sensation, and that all the rest of the women would bejealous of you, and would wish to look like you. There needs butone, you know, to give the good example.'"Maxence started up suddenly, and, striking his head with hand,"Ah, I understand now!" he exclaimed.
"I thought that Van Klopen was jesting." went on the young girl.
"But he had never been more in earnest; and, to prove it, hecommenced explaining to me what he wanted. He proposed to get upfor me some of those costumes which are sure to attract attention;and two or three times a week he would send me a fine carriage, andI would go and show myself in the Bois.
"I felt disgusted at the proposition.
"'Never!' I said.