If this explanation made Julie smile, her own explanations seemed
strange to the soubrette; but she suspected nothing wrong. Julie's life
was so regular and so pure! Camille concluded simply that her financial
position must be in great danger, since she passed the night talking
with the solicitor; and she imparted her solicitude to the other
servants, who were distressed by it, even while thinking that they must
not allow their wages to go unpaid. The footman, who was a friend of
Camille, and as such inclined to shield Bastien, went to the hôtel
D'Ormonde, but did not find him there. Bastien had understood that his
orders were to go back to the wineshop, and thither he had gone; he was
sleeping the sleep of the angels, the only slumber supposed to be
delicious enough to be compared with that of a drunken man. The carriage
was waiting for him at the door, and the groom, his subordinate, had
consented to watch the horses on condition that he was supplied with
something to warm him on the box every fifteen minutes. The rascals did
not reappear at the hôtel until daylight and did not recover their
senses for twenty-four hours. Under other circumstances Julie would have
dismissed them; but she foresaw that the bacchanalian episode would
introduce confusion into the accounts of the romantic episode, in the
gossip of the servants' hall and the porter's lodge. That is what
actually happened, and as the people in Madame d'Estrelle's service were
not ill-disposed toward her, it seemed that nothing was likely to
transpire of her actions during that extraordinary night.
On the next night, as a matter of prudence the lovers held aloof from
each other; but on the night following that, although they had made no
appointment, they found themselves once more among the shrubbery in the
garden, and repeated with renewed delight all that they had said two
days before. They continued in this way, undisturbed and without
apparent danger, nothing being easier than for Madame d'Estrelle to
steal out of her apartments, even without very great precaution, her
people being accustomed to see her go out alone for a breath of fresh
air, at a late hour on summer nights.
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