Tantaine took a cab， and， promising the cabman a handsome gratuity if he would drive fast， stopped at the spot where the Rue Blanche intersects the Rue de Douai， and told the coachman to wait for him， and entered the house where the younger Gandelu had installed the fair Madame de Chantemille. It was some time before his ring at the door was answered， but at last the door was opened by a stout， red-faced girl， with an untidy cap. Upon seeing Tantaine， she uttered an exclamation of delight， for it was the cook that had been placed in Zora's employment by M. Mascarin's agency.
"Ah， Daddy Tantaine，" said she， "you are as welcome as the sun in winter.""Hush， hush，" returned the old man， gazing cautiously round him.
"Don't be frightened，" returned the girl. "Madame has gone to a place from when there is no return ticket， at least， for some time. You know the greater the value of an article the closer we keep it under lock and key."Tantaine gathered from this that Rose had been arrested， and his astonishment appeared to be unmeasured.
"Surely you don't mean that she has gone to quod？" said he.
"It is as I tell you，" answered she； "but come in， and have a glass of wine， while you hear all about it."She led the old man into the dining-room， round the table in which a half dozen guests were seated， just concluding a late breakfast.
Tantaine at once recognized four of the several guests as servants whom he knew from their having applied for situations at the office， and there were two men of a very unprepossessing exterior.
"We are having a regular spree to-day，" observed the cook， handing a bottle to Tantaine； "but yesterday there was not much of a jollification here， for just as I was setting about getting the dinner two fellows came in and asked for my mistress， and as soon as they saw her they clapped their hands on her and said that she must come to the stone jug. When madame heard this she shrieked so loud as to have been heard in the next street. She would not go a foot with them， clung to the furniture and banisters， so they just took her up by the head and feet， and carried her down to a cab that was standing at the door. Iseem to bring ill luck wherever I go， for this is the fourth mistress I have seen taken off in this way； but come， you are taking nothing at all."But Tantaine had had enough， and ****** an excuse， retired from a debauch which he saw would continue as long as the wine held out.
"All is going well，" muttered he， as he climbed into the cab； "and now for the next one."He drove straight to the house that the elder Gandelu was building in the Champs Elysees， and putting his head out of the window， he accosted a light， active young fellow who was warning the foot passengers not to pass under the scaffolding.
"Anything new， La Cordille？" enquired the old man.
"No， nothing； but tell the master I am keeping a good watch."From there Tantaine visited a footman in De Breulh's employment， and a woman in the service of Madame de Bois Arden. Then， paying his fare， he started on foot for Father Canon's wine shop， in the Rue St.
Honore， where he met Florestan， who was as saucy and supercilious to Tantaine as he was obsequious to Mascarin. But although he paid for Florestan's dinner， all that he could extort from him was， that Sabine was terribly depressed. It was fully eight o'clock before Tantaine had got rid of Florestan， and hailing another cab， he ordered the driver to take him to the Grand Turk， in the Rue des Poissonniers.
The magnificent sign of the Grand Turk dances in the breeze， and invites such youths as Toto Chupin and his companions. The whole aspect of the exterior seemed to invite the passers-by to step in and try the good cheer provided within，--a good /table d'hote/ at six p.m.， coffee， tea， liquors， and a grand ball to complete the work of digestion. A long corridor leads to this earthly Eden， and the two doors at the end of it open， the one into the dining， and the other into the ball-room. A motley crew collected there for the evening meal， and on Sundays it is next to impossible to procure a seat. But the dining-room is the Grand Turk's greatest attraction， for as soon as the dessert is over the head waiter makes a sign， and dishes and tablecloths are cleared away in a moment. The dining-room becomes a /café/， and the click of dominoes gives way to the rattle of forks， while beer flows freely. This， however， is nothing， for， at a second signal， huge folding doors are thrown open， and the strains of an orchestra ring out as an invitation to the ball， to which all diners are allowed free entrance. Nothing is danced but round dances， polkas， mazurkas， and waltzes.
The German element was very strong at the Grand Turk， and if a gentleman wished to make himself agreeable to his fair partners， it was necessary for him， at any rate， to be well up in the Alsatian dialect. The master of the ceremonies had already called upon the votaries of Terpsichore to take their places for the waltz as Daddy Tantaine entered the hall. The scene was a most animated one， and the air heavy with the scent of beer and tobacco， and would have asphyxiated any one not used to venture into such places.
It was the first time that he had ever visited the Grand Turk， and yet any one observing would have sworn that he was one of the regular frequenters as he marched idly through the rooms， ****** constant pauses at the bar. But glance around him as he might， he could see neither Toto Chupin nor Caroline Schimmel.
