CHAPTER XXXI.
TRIUMPH.
A triumph like this was, of course, to be celebrated by La Roulante and Robeccal after their own fashion. They sat opposite each other at a table covered with bottles. In the centre lay the bag of gold. As they talked they played with it, making it up in little piles and arranging it in figures.
"We will buy a little place in the country, now," said La Roulante, as she filled her glass.
"Why does the girl sleep like this?" asked Robeccal.
"Oh! it is a secret that I learned some time ago—to make little girls submissive."
There was a sudden sound, a long, shivering sigh from above stairs.
"Did you hear that?" asked Robeccal, in a startled tone.
"It is nothing!" answered La Roulante, superciliously. "It is only the girl waking up at last!"