She wrote to Paul at once, telling him that she was coming to Paris, and would see him anywhere but at the house where he was living with that wretch. Then while she awaited his reply, she began to make all her preparations for the journey, and Rosalie commenced to pack her mistress’s linen and clothes in an old trunk.
“You haven’t a single thing to put on,” exclaimed the servant, as she was folding up an old, badly-made dress. “I won’t have you go with such clothes; you’d be a disgrace to everyone, and the Paris ladies would think you were a servant.”
Jeanne let her have her own way, and they both went to Goderville and chose some green, checked stuff, which they left with the dressmaker to be made up. Then they went to see Me. Roussel the lawyer, who went to Paris for a fortnight every
