Just at that moment Nana was getting out of bed, her bare legs in full view.

But she did not hurry and stretched her hands out so as to let Zoe draw on the sleeves of the dressing jacket.

Francis, on his part, was quite at his ease and without turning away waited with a sober expression on his face.
"Perhaps Madame has not seen the papers.

There's a very nice article in the Figaro." He had brought the journal.

Mme Lerat put on her spectacles and read the article aloud, standing in front of the window as she did so.