"What eyes that baby's got! Hold my sunshade, Philippe." But with a quick forward dart Georges had outstripped his brother.
It enchanted him to be holding the blue silk sunshade with its silver fringe.

Nana was scanning the scene through a huge pair of field glasses.
"Ah yes! I see her," she said at length.

"In the right-hand stand, near a pillar, eh?
She's in mauve, and her daughter in white by her side.
Dear me, there's Daguenet going to bow to them." Thereupon Philippe talked of Daguenet's approaching marriage with that lath of an Estelle.

It was a settled matter--the banns were being published.

At first the countess had opposed it, but the count, they said, had insisted.