Then Hyacinthe, who took no coffee--contemptuously declaring it to be a beverage only fit for door-keepers--managed to rid himself of Rosemonde, who was sipping some kummel, in order to come and whisper to his sister: "I say, it was very stupid of you to taunt mamma in the way you did just now.

I don't care a rap about it myself.

But it ends by being noticed, and, I warn you candidly, it shows ill breeding." Camille gazed at him fixedly with her black eyes.

"Pray don't _you_ meddle with my affairs," said she.
At this he felt frightened, scented a storm, and decided to take Rosemonde into the adjoining red drawing-room in order to show her a picture which his father had just purchased.

And the General, on being called by him, likewise conducted Madame Fonsegue thither.
The mother and daughter then suddenly found themselves alone and face to face.