I was glad, because she is very beautiful when she has much sleep." "And you--does not sleep concern you in this matter of madame ?" "For me," she said, looking away, "it is no matter.

I have no beauty.
Besides, I am madame's servant,"-- she blushed slightly at this,"-- and she is generous with money." "Yes, and you like money so much ?" Her eyes flashed a little defiantly as she looked me in the face.

"It is everything to me." She paused as if to see the effect upon me, or to get an artificial (I knew it was artificial) strength to go on, then she added: "I love money.

I work for it; I would bear all for it--all that a woman could bear.

I--" But here she paused again, and, though the eyes still flashed, the lips quivered.