But whatever Madame's notions on the subject might have been, she kept
them strictly to herself, never making any difference in her manner
towards Daisy, save, perhaps, in being a little kinder and showing a
little increased confidence in her. It was not until the evening after
the day on which Fanny Stothard had written to her mother that Madame
made any regular approach to familiarity with her assistant. They had
had a long and busy and tiring day, for the end of the season was
coming on, as it always does, with a rush, and people had neglected
ordering their autumn clothes, as they always do, until the last, and
the showrooms had been crammed for six hours with an impatient crowd,
every component member of which desired to be served at once. Madame
had given up any _réunions_ for that evening, and had taken her fair
share of the work and supervised everything, remaining in the showroom
until all the girls, except Daisy, had gone. Then she walked up to
Daisy, and put one hand on the girl's shoulder, tapping her cheek with
the other, and saying:
"_Enfin_, Mademoiselle Fanfan, this dreadful day has come to an end at
last. You look worn and fatigued, my child. It's lucky that the end of
the season is close at hand, or you would what you call 'knock-up,'
without fail."
"Oh, I shall do very well, Madame, thank you," replied Daisy, a little
coldly; "a night's rest will quite set me up again."
"Oh, but you must have something before your night's rest, Fanfan. You
are _triste_ and tired; I see it in your eyes. You want a--_tiens!_
what is it that little _farceur_, the advocate Chose, calls it?--a peg.
Ha, ha! that is it! You want a sherry peg or a glass of champagne.
We will go up to my room, and have some Lyons _saucisson_ and some
champagne."
At any other time Daisy would have declined this invitation; but partly
because she really felt low and hipped and overwrought, and imagined
that the wine would restore her, partly because she was afraid of
appearing ungracious to her employer, whose increased kindness to her
of late she had noticed, she now said she should be delighted, and
followed Madame up the stairs.
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