Her imagination tormented and excited her; Jean must have carried away with him the impression that she was a bad little creature, heartless and pitiless.

And in half-an-hour he was going away, away for three weeks.

Ah! if she could by any means--but there is a way! The regiment must pass along the wall of the park, under the terrace.
Bettina was seized with a wild desire to see Jean pass; he would understand well, if he saw her at such an hour, that she had come to beg his pardon for her cruelty of the previous evening.

Yes, she would go! But she had promised to Susie to be as good as an angel, and to do what she was going to do, was that being as good as an angel?
She would make up for it by acknowledging all to Susie when she came in again, and Susie would forgive her.
She would go! She had made up her mind.

Only how should she dress herself?
She had nothing at hand but a muslin dressing-gown, little high-heeled slippers, and blue satin shoes.