She gave some directions about stockings and shoes, and went in to her dressing-room, where she stood before the mirror, carefully examining her face. Then she took off the hat she was wearing.
"Lock the bedroom door and the door into monsieur's room!" she called, in a moment.
"Bien, madame!"
"Mon Dieu!" muttered the maid, as she went to turn the keys, "is she going mad? What has she? There is no one here, there is no one coming, and all this tohu-bohu!"
"Get out the white hat with the white picotees!"
"Ah, mon Dieu!"
"Do you hear? The white—"
"I hear, I hear, madame! Oh, là, là, là!"
"Make haste!"
"Bien, madame, très bien!"