The Cookies all went on to the foyer of the ballet, which was already full of desserts. No gala performance ever equalled this one. All the great composers of the day had conducted their own works in turns. On that evening, Cocoa Cookie had revealed her true self, for the first time, to the astonished and enthusiastic audience.

The real triumph was truly reserved for her, who had begun by singing a few passages. It was the first time that the young artist sang in that work, which had not been transferred to the Opera. Those who heard her say that her voice, in these passages, was seraphic; but this was nothing to the superhuman notes that she gave forth in the prison scene and the final trio. No one had ever heard or seen anything like it.

At her room, Cocoa Cookie gave an unsatisfied sigh. Despite everything, she missed someone dear...