There was a fight in the street.

A woman, dressed sumptuously but oddly in clean red velvet-dress, with the roses in her neckline and waist, pummeled a young man´s face to the dirt. Insults from the woman´s mouth told that it was under the dandy´s fine clothes where the dirty whore lived; that the man had taste for the sewers of Paris and he should drown himself there. The woman was so mad for flushed-faced rage that her victim was totally helpless.

"Poor Bamatabois!" someone said. "He should not have insulted that woman!"