“She’s just gone off to lunch with a lady.”
Lisa and Julie stretched their necks, to exchange a glance. They knew her well, the lady. A funny sort of lunch, with her head down and her feet in the air! Was it possible, to lie to that extent! They did not pity the husband, for he deserved more than that; only, it was a disgrace to humanity, that a woman should not behave herself better.
“There’s Dish-cloth!” interrupted Lisa, discovering the Josserands’ servant overhead.
Then a host of vulgar expressions were bawled from the depths of this hole, as obscure and infected as a sewer. All, with their faces raised, violently yelled at Adèle, who was their butt, the dirty awkward creature on whom the entire household vented their spite.
“Hallo! she’s washed herself, it’s evident!”
“Just throw your fish bones into the yard again, and I’ll come up and rub ’em in your face!”
Thoroughly bewildered, Adèle looked down upon them from above, her body half out of the window. She ended by answering:
“Leave me alone, can’t you? or I’ll water you.”
But the yells and the laughter increased.
“You married your young mistress, last night, didn’t you! Eh! it’s you, perhaps, who teach her how to hook the men?”