Then, forcing herself to smile, she asked: "Won't you risk a look-in at the Exposition du Lis with us, Monsieur Gerard ?" "Well, no," replied the Count, "I want to walk.

I shall go with Monsieur l'Abbe Froment to the Chamber." Thereupon he took leave of mother and daughter, kissing the hand of each in turn.

It had just occurred to him that to while away his time he also might call for a moment at Silviane's, where, like the others, he had his _entrees_.

On reaching the cold and solemn courtyard he said to the priest, "Ah! it does one good to breathe a little cool air.

They keep their rooms too hot, and all those flowers, too, give one the headache." Pierre for his part was going off with his brain in a whirl, his hands feverish, his senses oppressed by all the luxury which he left behind him, like the dream of some glowing, perfumed paradise where only the elect had their abode.