Although her fragile little body had the strength and endurance of steel, she was worn out now, and lay, pale and motionless, in a sleep that seemed like death.
"Dear me! how these children do sleep to be sure," said Malartic, when he roused himself at last and looked about him.

"In spite of our carouse, and all the noise we made, that little monkey in the corner there has never waked nor stirred.

Halloa! wake up you fellows! drunken beasts that you are.

Try to stand up on your hind legs, and go out in the court and dash a bucket of cold water over your cursed heads.

The Circe of drunkenness has made swine of you in earnest--go and see if the baptism I recommend will turn you back into men, and then we'll take a little look round the place, to make sure there's no plot hatching to rescue the little beauty we have in charge." The men scrambled to their feet slowly and with difficulty, and staggered out into the court as best they might, where the fresh air, and the treatment prescribed by Malartic, did a good deal towards reviving them; but they were a sorry looking set after all, and there were many aching heads among them.