Madame caught at my arm to save herself from falling; but I slipped, and was cut on the bottle--so." As she ended there was a knock, but the curtain was not drawn, and Mrs.
Falchion's voice was heard.

"My dress is stained, Justine." The half-fainting girl weakly replied: "I am very sorry, madame, indeed." To this Mrs.Falchion rejoined: "When you have been attended to, you may go to bed, Justine.

I shall not want you again to-night.

But I shall change my dress.

It is so unpleasant; I hate blood.