Above all things, be prudent." When the lamp was extinguished, Felicite could not sleep.

With her eyes closed she built the most marvellous castles in the air.

Those twenty thousand francs a year danced a diabolical dance before her in the darkness.

She occupied splendid apartments in the new town, enjoyed the same luxuries as Monsieur Peirotte, gave parties, and bespattered the whole place with her wealth.

That, however, which tickled her vanity most was the high position that her husband would then occupy.