Nana, overcome by the heavy warmth, got up to open the window for a few minutes, and as she did so she uttered a little cry.
"Great heavens, how beautiful it is! Look, dear old girl!" Georges had come up, and as though the window bar had not been sufficiently wide, he put his arm round Nana's waist and rested his head against her shoulder.

The weather had undergone a brisk change: the skies were clearing, and a full moon lit up the country with its golden disk of light.

A sovereign quiet reigned over the valley.

It seemed wider and larger as it opened on the immense distances of the plain, where the trees loomed like little shadowy islands amid a shining and waveless lake.

And Nana grew tenderhearted, felt herself a child again.
Most surely she had dreamed of nights like this at an epoch which she could not recall.