I love cold punch, so you need not trouble to bring me any chocolate." With these words, the little maid sprang nimbly from the bed, ran with the naivete of an eight-year-old child to the table, where she settled herself in the corner of the sofa, drew her bare feet up under her, and proceeded to breakfast on the left-over punch and biscuits.
"There! that was a good breakfast," she said, after she had finished her meal.

"Oh, I almost forgot.

Has mama sent for me ?" "Certainly not, my dear! We are going, by and by, to look for her.

The countess very likely has not yet learned of your disappearance; and if she does know that you did not return home last night, she believes you safe with the marquis.

She will think you were not allowed to return home in the storm, and will not expect to see you before noon." "You are very clever, monsieur.