It was, as if in pure contradiction, the opposite of the other--simple, pathetic.

At first there were laughing interruptions from the students; but the girl kept on, and soon silence prevailed, save for the voice: "And when the wine is dry upon the lip, And when the flower is broken by the hand, And when I see the white sails of thy ship Fly on, and leave me there upon the sand: Think you that I shall weep?
Nay, I shall smile: The wine is drunk, the flower it is gone, One weeps not when the days no more beguile, How shall the tear-drops gather in a stone ?" When it was ended, Andree, who had listened intently, drew herself up with a little shudder.

She sat long, looking into the garden, the cub playing at her feet.

Gaston did not disturb her.

He got refreshments and put them on the table, rolled a cigarette, and regarded the scene.