Oh, those kicks! How heartily she rained them on the Tuileries and the majesty of the imperial court, throning on high above an abject and trembling people.

That's what she thought of society! That was her revenge! It was an affair of unconscious hereditary spite; it had come to her in her blood.

Then when once the chamberlain was undressed and his coat lay spread on the ground she shrieked, "Jump!" And he jumped.

She shrieked, "Spit!" And he spat.
With a shriek she bade him walk on the gold, on the eagles, on the decorations, and he walked on them.

Hi tiddly hi ti! Nothing was left; everything was going to pieces.