The notary's nose;

22 THE NOTARY'S NOSE.
cierge of that paradise. Machinists,
supers, walking-ladies, choristers, dancing
girls and dancing men, tenors, sopranos,
authors, musical composers, business
managers, subscribers, all rushed out pellmell. Some go down toward the Rue
Drouot; others go up the staircase which
leads through an open gallery to the Rue
Lepeletier.
About the middle of this open passage,
near the Galerie du BaronmUre, Alfred
l'Ambert was smoking a cigar and waiting. Ten paces farther on, a little fat
man, in a scarlet fez, smoked with steady
puffs a Turkish cigarette bigger than your
little finger. Twenty other loungers, who
had some business or other there, moved
about, or looked around them, each one
intent on his own business, without paying
any attention to his neighbor. The singers passed along humming, and the male
sylphs, getting along as easily as they