Then, after a moment's silence:
"Yes, you had better rest this morning. I will come up to see you this afternoon." And having kissed her daughter on the forehead, she went to dress herself, already calmed.
Yvette, as soon as her mother had disappeared, rose, and ran to bolt the door, to be alone, all alone; then she began to think. The chambermaid knocked about eleven o'clock, and asked through the door: "Madame the Marquise wants to know if Mademoiselle wishes anything, and what she will take for her breakfast."
Yvette answered: "I am not hungry, I only ask not to be disturbed."
And she remained in bed, just as if she had been ill. Toward three o'clock, some one knocked again. She asked:
"Who is there?"
It was her mother's voice which replied: "It is I, darling, I have come to see how you are."
She hesitated what she should do. She opened the door, and then went back to bed. The Marquise approached, and, speaking in low tones, as people do to a convalescent, said:
"Well, are you better? Won't you eat an egg?"
"No, thanks, nothing at all."