monotonous accompaniment to her vague rev-
eries, and while the iron pot, where a dish of 
crabs with rice and saffron is cooking, sends its 
exciting perfume from the bottom of the court-
yard. 
Perhaps she has a tryst with some young 
officer, who, on distant shores, has heard his 
comrades speak of the famous Dorothy; no 
doubt the simple-minded girl will beg him to 
describe the Opera ball to her, and ask him if 
one may go there bare-foot, as one may on 
the Sunday dances, when the old Kaffir women 
themselves get drunk and furious with joy, And 
then again she will ask if the fair ladies of Paris 
are all more beautiful than she. 
Dorothy is admired and petted by everyone, 
and she would be perfectly happy if she were 
not obliged to put aside copper after copper so 
as to buy the freedom of her little sister; who 
has all of eleven years and who is already a 
woman, and so beautiful. She will succeed, no 
doubt, this good Dorothy; the child’s master is 
so miserly, too miserly to understand any 
other beauty than that of gold.