I had disliked him at the Cercle Africain; now I detested him heartily.

The idea of Lola entering the vitiated atmosphere of his life was inexpressibly repugnant to me.
Contrary to her habit, Lola sat bolt upright on the stamped-velvet suite, the palms of her hands pressing the seat on either side of her.
She caught the shade of disgust that swept over my face, and gave me a quick glance that pleaded for toleration.

Her eyes, though bright, were sunken, like those of a woman who has not slept.
"Monsieur," said Vauvenarde, "my wife informs me that to your disinterested friendship is due this most charming reconciliation." "Reconciliation ?" I echoed.

"It was quickly effected." "_Mon Dieu_," he said.

"I have always longed for the comforts of a home.
My wife has grown tired of a migratory existence.