Something pulled on the cord, and when she drew it out of the water, it bore a magnificent pearl necklace, which she had longed for some time ago. She was not at all astonished at this deed, and she looked at Servigny, who had come to her side--she knew not how. He was fishing also, and drew out of the river a wooden horse. Then she had anew the feeling of awaking, and she heard some one calling down stairs. Her mother had said: "Put out the candle." Then Servigny's voice rose, clear and jesting: "Put out your candle, Mam'zelle Yvette." And all took up the chorus: "Mam'zelle Yvette, put out your candle." She again poured chloroform on the cotton, but, as she did not want to die, she placed it far enough from her face to breathe the fresh air, while nevertheless her room was filled with the asphyxiating odor of the narcotic, for she knew that some one was coming, and taking a suitable posture, a pose of the dead, she waited. The Marquise said: "I am a little uneasy! That foolish child has gone to sleep leaving the light on her table. I will send Clemence to put it out, and to shut the balcony window, which is wide open." And soon the maid rapped on the door calling: "Mademoiselle, Mademoiselle!" After a moment's silence, she repeated: "Mademoiselle, Madame the Marquise begs you to put out your candle and shut the window." Clemence waited a little, then knocked louder, and cried: "Mademoiselle, Mademoiselle!" As Yvette did not reply, the servant went away and reported to the Marquise: "Mademoiselle must have gone to sleep, her door is bolted, and I could not awaken her." Madame Obardi murmured: "But she must not stay like that," Then, at the suggestion of Servigny, they all gathered under the window, shouting in chorus: "Hip! hip! hurrah! Mam'zelle Yvette." Their clamor rose in the calm night, through the transparent air beneath the moon, over the sleeping country; and they heard it die away in the distance like the sound of a disappearing train. As Yvette did not answer the Marquise said: "I only hope that nothing has happened. I am beginning to be afraid." Then Servigny, plucking red roses from a big rosebush trained along the wall and buds not yet opened, began to throw them into the room through the window. At the first rose that fell at her side, Yvette started and almost cried out. Others fell upon her dress, others upon her hair, while others going over her head fell upon the bed, covering it with a rain of flowers. The Marquise, in a choking voice, cried: "Come, Yvette, answer." Then Servigny declared: "Truly this is not natural; I am going to climb up by the balcony." But the Chevalier grew indignant. "Now, let me do it," he said. "It is a great favor I ask; it is too good a means, and too good a time to obtain a rendezvous." All the rest, who thought the young girl was joking, cried: "We protest! He shall not climb up." But the Marquise, disturbed, repeated: "And yet some one must go and see."