The young woman listened to him from the first floor.

She was pale, and it caused her especial pain to hear the servants' secret rejoicings swelling up louder and louder till they even reached her ears.

Down in the kitchen they were dying of laughter.

The coachman was staring across from the other side of the court; Francois was crossing the hall without any apparent reason.

Then he hurried off to report progress, after sneering knowingly at the baker.