Since leaving the train every object of sensation--the wide countryside, the green things with their pungent scents, the house, the vegetables--had stirred her to such a degree that now it seemed to her as if she had left Paris twenty years ago.

Yesterday's existence was far, far away, and she was full of sensations of which she had no previous experience.

Georges, meanwhile, was giving her neck little coaxing kisses, and this again added to her sweet unrest.

With hesitating hand she pushed him from her, as though he were a child whose affectionate advances were fatiguing, and once more she told him that he ought to take his departure.

He did not gainsay her.