The fortunes of Fifi

Although it was not yet six o’clock, the November night had descended upon Paris--especially in those meaner quarters on the left bank of the Seine, where, in 1804, lights were...

It took Fifi a whole month to recover from the shock of delight which she had experienced on the night she had acted before the Emperor. Meanwhile, her little head became slight...

For the first fortnight of the new year, things went swimmingly at the Imperial Theater, and several times the nightly receipts were over three hundred francs. Duvernet wrote an...

Behold Fifi, a fortnight afterward, installed in a quiet and correct apartment in the Rue de l’Echelle, under the charge of a certain Madame Bourcet, who was as quiet and correc...

The day arrived when Fifi’s hundred thousand francs was to be paid over to her and deposited in the bank. Fifi had taken for granted that Cartouche would be with her on that mom...

Two weeks after the visit to Fontainebleau came the crisis--for Fifi was as surely tending toward a crisis as water flows downward and sparks fly upward. Madame Bourcet, armed w...

Madame Bourcet sat in the snuff-colored drawing-room, nursing her rheumatism, when in walked Fifi as demure as the cat after it has eaten the canary. She mentioned casually that...

Nearly a week passed, with the utmost constraint, upon the little family in the Rue de l’Echelle, except Fifi. Nothing could equal the airy _insouciance_ of that young woman. Sh...

About three o’clock in the afternoon, the van, containing Fifi and her wardrobe, drew up before the tall old house in the street of the Black Cat where she had lived ever since...

Now, Fifi really intended to go out to Fontainebleau the next day to see the Holy Father, for, although she cared little for the opinion of the world in general, she had been de...

The next day but one, the mystery was solved of the old lady who gave the ninety thousand francs to the soldiers’ orphans’ fund. It was not an old lady at all, but the young and...