She took off her mistress's gorgeous ball-dress, and wrapped her up in a soft billowy gown.
"Does your ladyship wish for anything else ?" she asked, when that was done.
"No, nothing more.

Put out the lights as you go out." "Yes, my lady.

Good-night, my lady." "Good-night, Louise." When the maid was gone, Marguerite drew aside the curtains and threw open the windows.

The garden and the river beyond were flooded with rosy light.

Far away to the east, the rays of the rising sun had changed the rose into vivid gold.