She produced lingerie, too, and Louise lay cuddled up in the bedclothes and watched her keeper thoughtfully until the atmosphere of the room was sufficiently warmed.
"I'll get up, now," she said, quietly.
Madame Cerise was assuredly a skilled lady's maid.

She bathed the girl, wrapped her in an ample kimono and then seated her before the dresser and arranged her _coiffure_ with dextrous skill.
During this time Louise talked.

She had decided her only chance of escape lay in conciliating this stern-faced woman, and she began by relating her entire history, including her love affair with Arthur Weldon, Diana Von Taer's attempt to rob her of her lover, and the part that Charlie Mershone had taken in the affair.
Madame Cerise listened, but said nothing.
"And now," continued the girl, "tell me who you think could be so wicked and cruel as to carry me away from my home and friends?
I cannot decide myself.

You have more experience and more shrewdness, can't you tell me, Madame Cerise ?" The woman muttered inaudibly.
"Mr.Mershone might be an enemy, because I laughed at his love-making," continued Louise, musingly.

"Would a man who loved a girl try to injure her?
But perhaps his love has turned to hate.