fatigue gained the upper hand and he fell asleep.

He slept that unconquerable, heavy sleep of the worn-out hunter, and he
slept until daylight; and then, as the window had remained half open,
the crowing of a cock suddenly woke him, and the baron opened his eyes,
and feeling a woman's body against his, finding himself, much to his
surprise, in a strange bed, and remembering nothing for a moment, he
stammered:

"What? Where am I? What is the matter?"

Then she, who had not been asleep at all, looking at this unkempt man,
with red eyes and swollen lips, replied in the haughty tone of voice in
which she occasionally spoke to her husband:

"It is nothing; it is only a cock crowing. Go and sleep again, Monsieur,
it has nothing to do with you."




JULOT'S OPINION


The Duchess Huguette de Lionzac was very much infatuated with herself,
but then she had a perfect right to be, and who, in her place, would not
have shown a spice of conceit? There was no success which she had wished
for, that she had not attained. She had received a medal for sculpture
at the _Salon_, and at the _Exhibition of Excessives_ she had shown a
water-color which looked eccentric, even there.