Du Roy began to chuckle sneeringly, and picking up a shirt that had
fallen onto the floor, threw it onto the bed, exclaiming: "Come, get up.
Since you have undressed in my wife's presence, you can very well dress
in mine."
Then he turned his back, and returned towards the fireplace. Madeleine
had recovered all her coolness, and seeing that all was lost, was ready
to dare anything. Her eyes glittered with bravado, and twisting up a
piece of paper she lit, as though for a reception, the ten candles in
the ugly candelabra, placed at the corners of the mantel-shelf. Then,
leaning against this, and holding out backwards to the dying fire one of
her bare feet which she lifted up behind the petticoat, scarcely
sticking to her hips, she took a cigarette from a pink paper case, lit
it, and began to smoke. The commissary had returned towards her, pending
that her accomplice got up.