All suddenly, madame grew pale and more pale, and then fell on her couch as one dead, and all the red fire went out.

Suzanne had fear, and she tried to call out--but now see what happened to Suzanne! She was PUSHED from the spot, mademoiselle, pushed along as though by some strong personage; yet she saw no one till she reached her own door, and in her room she fainted from alarm.
The very next morning Dr.Casimir dismissed her, with her full wages and a handsome present besides; but he LOOKED at her, Suzanne said, in a manner to make her tremble from head to foot.

Now, mademoiselle, judge yourself whether it is fit for one who is suffering with nerves to go to so strange a house!" I laughed.

Her story had not the least effect upon me.

In fact, I made up my mind that the so respectable and virtuous Suzanne Michot had been drinking some of her master's wine.