The only dessert that followed the cutlets was the cream cheese, but it was a cheese such as nobody else had ever partaken of.

And, meantime, while they ate and chatted all Paris lay below them, stretching away to the horizon with its mighty rumbling.
Pierre had made an effort to become cheerful, but he soon relapsed into silence.

Guillaume, however, was very talkative.

Having noticed the three bicycles in the garden, he inquired of Marie how far she had gone that morning.

She answered that Francois and Antoine had accompanied her in the direction of Orgemont.