XXV

One morning, after a night passed by her in turning over and over in her

mind all her despairing, hate-ridden thoughts, Germinie went to the

creamery for her four sous' worth of milk and found in the back-shop

three or four maids from the neighborhood engaged in "taking an

eye-opener." They were seated at a table, gossiping and sipping

liqueurs.

"Aha!" said Adele, striking the table with her glass; "you here already,

Mademoiselle de Varandeuil?"

"What's this?" said Germinie, taking Adele's glass; "I'd like some

myself."

"Are you so thirsty as all that this morning? Brandy and absinthe,

that's all!--my soldier boy's _tap_, you know,--he never drank anything

else. It's a little stiff, eh?"

"Ah! yes," said Germinie, contracting her lips and winking like a child

who is given a glass of liqueur with the dessert at a grand

dinner-party.

"It's good, all the same." Her spirits rose. "Madame Jupillon, let's

have the bottle--I'll pay."

And she tossed money on the table. After the third glass, she cried: "I

am _tight_!" And she roared with laughter.

Mademoiselle de Varandeuil had gone out that morning to collect her

half-yearly income. When she returned at eleven o'clock, she rang once,

twice! no one came. "Ah!" she said to herself, "she must have gone

down." She opened the door with her key, went to her bedroom and looked

in: the mattress and bedclothes lay in a heap on two chairs, and

Germinie was stretched out across the straw under-mattress, sleeping

heavily, like a log, in the utterly relaxed condition following a sudden

attack of lethargy.

At the noise made by mademoiselle, Germinie sprang to her feet and

passed her hand over her eyes.--"Yes?" she said, as if some one had

called her; her eyes were wandering.

"What's happened?" said Mademoiselle de Varandeuil in alarm; "did you

fall? Is anything the matter with you?"

"With me? no," Germinie replied; "I fell asleep. What time is it?

Nothing's the matter. Ah! what a fool!"

And she began to shake the mattress, turning her back to her mistress to

hide the flush of intoxication on her face.

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