"'Go and have a look quick, miss, at Miss Xiangyun,' she cried. 'She's drunk, and she's picked a cool spot on a stone bench behind the rockery to sleep it off.' The rest laughed to hear this. 'Let's not make a noise,' they said. With that they went out to look, and sure enough found Xiangyun lying on a stone bench in a quiet spot behind an artificial mountain. She was sound asleep and covered with peony petals, which had floated over from all sides to scatter, red and fragrant, over her face and clothes. Her fan, dropped to the ground, was half buried in fallen blossoms too, while bees and butterflies were buzzing and flitting around her. And she had wrapped up some peony petals in her handkerchief to serve as a pillow. They all thought she looked both sweet and comical."