Moreau can certainly find in his warerooms a bed to match the hangings." "You are right, Josette.

Go yourself to Moreau; consult with him what to do; I authorize you to get what is wanted.

If the bed could be put up to-night without Monsieur de Troisville observing it (in case Monsieur de Troisville arrives while Moreau is here), I should like it.

If Moreau won't engage to do this, then I must put Monsieur de Troisville in the green room, although Monsieur de Troisville would be so very near to me." Josette was departing when her mistress recalled her.
"Stop! explain the matter to Jacquelin," she cried, in a loud nervous tone.

"Tell _him_ to go to Moreau; I must be dressed! Fancy if Monsieur de Troisville surprised me as I am now! and my uncle not here to receive him! Oh, uncle, uncle! Come, Josette; come and dress me at once." "But Penelope ?" said Josette, imprudently.
"Always Penelope! Penelope this, Penelope that! Is Penelope the mistress of this house ?" "But she is all of a lather, and she hasn't had time to eat her oats." "Then let her starve!" cried Mademoiselle Cormon; "provided I marry," she thought to herself.
Hearing these words, which seemed to her like homicide, Josette stood still for a moment, speechless.