The men, not being mutually acquainted, stared at one another, while the women sat quite quiet, and it was this which especially surprised Georges.

He thought them all smugs--he had been under the impression that everybody would begin kissing at once.
The third course, consisting of a Rhine carp a la Chambord and a saddle of venison a l'anglaise, was being served when Blanche remarked aloud: "Lucy, my dear, I met your Ollivier on Sunday.

How he's grown!" "Dear me, yes! He's eighteen," replied Lucy.

"It doesn't make me feel any younger.

He went back to his school yesterday." Her son Ollivier, whom she was wont to speak of with pride, was a pupil at the Ecole de Marine.