Another call, and that Zoe always opening the door! She went on: "One is only too happy to be able to give." At bottom she was flattered.
"Ah, madame," rejoined the marquis, "if only you knew about it! there's such misery! Our district has more than three thousand poor people in it, and yet it's one of the richest.

You cannot picture to yourself anything like the present distress--children with no bread, women ill, utterly without assistance, perishing of the cold!" "The poor souls!" cried Nana, very much moved.
Such was her feeling of compassion that tears flooded her fine eyes.

No longer studying deportment, she leaned forward with a quick movement, and under her open dressing jacket her neck became visible, while the bent position of her knees served to outline the rounded contour of the thigh under the thin fabric of her skirt.

A little flush of blood appeared in the marquis's cadaverous cheeks.

Count Muffat, who was on the point of speaking, lowered his eyes.