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Edna wondered if they had all gone mad, to be talking and clamoring at

that rate. She herself could think of nothing to say about Mexico or the

Mexicans.

"At what time do you leave?" she asked Robert.

"At ten," he told her. "Beaudelet wants to wait for the moon."

"Are you all ready to go?"

"Quite ready. I shall only take a hand-bag, and shall pack my trunk in

the city."

He turned to answer some question put to him by his mother, and Edna,

having finished her black coffee, left the table.

She went directly to her room. The little cottage was close and stuffy

after leaving the outer air. But she did not mind; there appeared to be

a hundred different things demanding her attention indoors. She began

to set the toilet-stand to rights, grumbling at the negligence of the

quadroon, who was in the adjoining room putting the children to bed.

She gathered together stray garments that were hanging on the backs of

chairs, and put each where it belonged in closet or bureau drawer. She

changed her gown for a more comfortable and commodious wrapper. She

rearranged her hair, combing and brushing it with unusual energy. Then

she went in and assisted the quadroon in getting the boys to bed.

They were very playful and inclined to talk--to do anything but lie

quiet and go to sleep. Edna sent the quadroon away to her supper and

told her she need not return. Then she sat and told the children

a story. Instead of soothing it excited them, and added to their

wakefulness. She left them in heated argument, speculating about

the conclusion of the tale which their mother promised to finish the

following night.

The little black girl came in to say that Madame Lebrun would like to

have Mrs. Pontellier go and sit with them over at the house till Mr.

Robert went away. Edna returned answer that she had already undressed,

that she did not feel quite well, but perhaps she would go over to the

house later. She started to dress again, and got as far advanced as to

remove her peignoir. But changing her mind once more she resumed

the peignoir, and went outside and sat down before her door. She was

overheated and irritable, and fanned herself energetically for a while.

Madame Ratignolle came down to discover what was the matter.

"All that noise and confusion at the table must have upset me," replied

Edna, "and moreover, I hate shocks and surprises. The idea of Robert

starting off in such a ridiculously sudden and dramatic way! As if

it were a matter of life and death! Never saying a word about it all

morning when he was with me."