As the days wore on Emile found new reason to congratulate himself upon
his discovery of "Fatalite," as he had nicknamed the girl. She had
shown herself possessed of a charming temper, a fine intelligence, and
a most complete understanding of the law of obedience.
She made no comments on anything she was asked to do, but delivered
messages and ran errands after the manner of a machine in good working
order. Even Sobrenski, who hated all women, was obliged to admit her
usefulness.
She was on pleasant terms with everybody down to the strappers,--the
men who harnessed the Hippodrome horses,--who adored her. Even the
cynical Manager was impressed by her pluck and skill, though he
considered it his privilege to regale her with comments on her personal
peculiarities.
The time arrived for her first performance at the Hippodrome. She made
her appearance in the ring in a turquoise blue habit, trimmed
hussar-fashion with much braid, and a plumed Cavalier hat, the dusky
shadows under her eyes accentuated, and her face powdered. The Manager
would not allow her to use rouge, so under the glaring electric lights
she appeared more than ever spiritual and unearthly.
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