And she stopped to listen, and she heard a strange music like the sound of harps.

She ventured to go nearer--Suzanne is a brave girl, mademoiselle, and most virtuous--and to raise the curtain the smallest portion just to permit the glance of an eye.

And--imagine what she saw." "Well!" I exclaimed impatiently.

"WHAT did she see ?" "Ah, mademoiselle, you will not believe me--but Suzanne Michot has respectable parents, and would not tell a lie--well, Suzanne saw her mistress, Madame Casimir, standing up near her couch with both arms extended as to embrace the air.

Round her there was--believe it or not, mademoiselle, as you please--a ring of light like a red fire, which seemed to grow larger and redder always.