"I know her, my dear," exclaimed La Couteau; "she is impossible. But
then, that doctor who chose her didn't ask my opinion. And, besides, it
isn't a matter that concerns me. I simply bring her to Paris and take her
child back to the country. I know nothing about anything else. Let the
gentlefolks get out of their trouble by themselves."
This sentiment tickled Celeste, who burst out laughing. "You haven't an
idea," said she, "of the infernal life that Marie leads here! She fights
people, she threw a water-bottle at the coachman, she broke a big vase in
madame's apartments, she makes them all tremble with constant dread that
something awful may happen. And, then, if you knew what tricks she plays
to get something to drink! For it was found out that she drank, and all
the liqueurs were put under lock and key. So you don't know what she
devised? Well, last week she drained a whole bottle of Eau de Melisse,
and was ill, quite ill, from it. Another time she was caught sipping some
Eau de Cologne from one of the bottles in madame's dressing-room. I now
really believe that she treats herself to some of the spirits of wine
that are given her for the warmer!--it's enough to make one die of
laughing.
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