A few glasses of champagne brought her to full pitch, and she showed the boldest and giddiest gaiety.

The others, who had never before seen her so lively, began on their own side to feel amused.

As Fonsegue was obliged to go to his office she embraced him "like a daughter," as she expressed it.

However, on remaining alone with the others she indulged in great freedom of speech, which became more and more marked as her intoxication increased.
And to the class of men with whom she consorted her great attraction, as she was well aware, lay in the circumstance that with her virginal countenance and her air of ideal purity was coupled the most monstrous perversity ever displayed by any shameless woman.

Despite her innocent blue eyes and lily-like candour, she would give rein, particularly when she was drunk, to the most diabolical of fancies.
Duvillard let her drink on, but she guessed his thoughts, like she guessed those of the others, and simply smiled while concocting impossible stories and descanting fantastically in the language of the gutter.