There was a lurid glow in her vacant eyes, and her lips, slightly drawn back, displayed her white teeth.

Soon, when everything was in fragments, she laughed cheerily again and with flushed cheeks beat on the table with the flat of her hands, lisping like a naughty little girl: "All over! Got no more! Got no more!" Then Philippe was overcome by the same mad excitement, and, pushing her down, he merrily kissed her bosom.

She abandoned herself to him and clung to his shoulders with such gleeful energy that she could not remember having enjoyed herself so much for an age past.

Without letting go of him she said caressingly: "I say, dearie, you ought certainly to bring me ten louis tomorrow.

It's a bore, but there's the baker's bill worrying me awfully." He had grown pale.