"Put out your candle, Mam'zelle Yvette."
And all took up the chorus: "Mam'zelle Yvette, put out your candle."
She again poured chloroform on the cotton, but, as she did not want to die, she placed it far enough from her face to breathe the fresh air, while nevertheless her room was filled with the asphyxiating odor of the narcotic, for she knew that some one was coming, and taking a suitable posture, a pose of the dead, she waited.
The Marquise said: "I am a little uneasy! That foolish child has gone to sleep leaving the light on her table. I will send Clemence to put it out, and to shut the balcony window, which is wide open."
And soon the maid rapped on the door calling: "Mademoiselle, Mademoiselle!" After a moment's silence, she repeated: "Mademoiselle, Madame the Marquise begs you to put out your candle and shut the window."
Clemence waited a little, then knocked louder, and cried:
"Mademoiselle, Mademoiselle!"
As Yvette did not reply, the servant went away and reported to the Marquise:
"Mademoiselle must have gone to sleep, her door is bolted, and I could not awaken her."
Madame Obardi murmured: