"But she must not stay like that,"
Then, at the suggestion of Servigny, they all gathered under the window, shouting in chorus:
"Hip! hip! hurrah! Mam'zelle Yvette."
Their clamor rose in the calm night, through the transparent air beneath the moon, over the sleeping country; and they heard it die away in the distance like the sound of a disappearing train.
As Yvette did not answer the Marquise said: "I only hope that nothing has happened. I am beginning to be afraid."
Then Servigny, plucking red roses from a big rosebush trained along the wall and buds not yet opened, began to throw them into the room through the window.
At the first rose that fell at her side, Yvette started and almost cried out. Others fell upon her dress, others upon her hair, while others going over her head fell upon the bed, covering it with a rain of flowers.
The Marquise, in a choking voice, cried: "Come, Yvette, answer."
Then Servigny declared: "Truly this is not natural; I am going to climb up by the balcony."
But the Chevalier grew indignant.