Boiled wine, which Catherine had held in reserve, was to end the matter by intoxicating the victim.
"What do they put into it ?" asked La Pechina.
"All sorts of things," replied Catherine, glancing back to see if her brother were coming; "in the first place, those what d' ye call 'ems that come from India, cinnamon, and herbs that change you by magic,--you fancy you have everything you wish for; boiled wine makes you happy! you can snap your fingers at all your troubles!" "I should be afraid to drink boiled wine at a dance," said La Pechina.
"Afraid of what ?" asked Catherine.

"There's not the slightest danger.
Think what lots of people there will be.

All the bourgeois will be looking at us! Ah! it is one of those days that make up for all our misery.

See it and die,--for it's enough to satisfy any one." "If Monsieur and Madame Michaud would only take me!" cried La Pechina, her eyes blazing.
"Ask your grandfather Niseron; you have not given him up, poor dear man, and he'd be pleased to see you admired like a little queen.

Why do you like those Arminacs the Michauds better than your grandfather and the Burgundians.