"Make haste, for, in spite of her soft look, she must be a regular fury.
We shall have to sit up all night with her, I suppose."

Sad and painful contrast! That morning, Adrienne had risen free, smiling,
happy, in the midst of all the wonders of luxury and art, and surrounded
by the delicate attentions of the three charming girls whom she had
chosen to serve her. In her generous and fantastic mood, she had prepared
a magnificent and fairy-like surprise for the young Indian prince, her
relation; she had also taken a noble resolution with regard to the two
orphans brought home by Dagobert; in her interview with Mme. de
Saint-Dizier, she had shown herself by turns proud and sensitive,
melancholy and gay, ironical and serious, loyal and courageous; finally,
she had come to this accursed house to plead in favor of an honest and
laborious artisan.

And now, in the evening delivered over by an atrocious piece of treachery
to the ignoble hands of two coarse-minded muses in a madhouse--Mdlle. de
Cardoville felt her delicate limbs imprisoned in that abominable garment,
which is called a strait-waistcoat.

Mdlle. de Cardoville passed a horrible night in company with the two
hags. The next morning, at nine o'clock, what was the young lady's stupor
to see Dr. Baleinier enter the room, still smiling with an air at once
benevolent and paternal.

"Well, my dear child?" said he, in a bland, affectionate voice; "how have
we spent the night?"