Then Nana rummaged in her handbag and found quite a heap of provisions which she had taken the precaution of stuffing into it.

There was a Strasbourg pate, for instance, and a bag of sweet-meats and some oranges.

So they both ate away like ogres and, while they satisfied their healthy young appetites, treated one another with easy good fellowship.

Nana kept calling Georges "dear old girl," a form of address which struck her as at once tender and familiar.

At dessert, in order not to give Zoe any more trouble, they used the same spoon turn and turn about while demolishing a pot of preserves they had discovered at the top of a cupboard.
"Oh, you dear old girl!" said Nana, pushing back the round table.