Downstairs on the bench in the hall the baker was laughing with Charles and Francois.

Zoe came running across the drawing room and seemed surprised at sight of Georges.

She asked him if he were waiting for Madame.

Yes, he was waiting for her; he had for-gotten to give her an answer to a question.
And when he was alone he set to work and searched.

Finding nothing else to suit his purpose, he took up in the dressing room a pair of very sharply pointed scissors with which Nana had a mania for ceaselessly trimming herself, either by polishing her skin or cutting off little hairs.