no matter , it would turn up ... and la comtesse de maurepas had had a fit , a veritable fit at court last wednesday , when she came face to face with mademoiselle de perpignan wearing a confection in the particular shade of pea-green that was la comtesse 's alone , and god alone knew why , because she always looked like a cheese in it , and had slapped her own maid so hard for pointing this out that the poor girl flew across the rushes and cracked her head on one of the mirrored walls - and cracked the mirror , too , very bad luck that , but no one could agree whether the bad luck was de la tour 's , the maid 's , or la perpignan 's .