Never had she known such a sense of shame before.

Little by little she felt her power of resistance ebbing away, and that despite her embarrassed efforts to the contrary.

That disguise of his, that woman's shift and that dressing jacket set her laughing again.

It was as though a girl friend were teasing her.
"Oh, it's not right; it's not right!" she stammered after a last effort.
And with that, in face of the lovely night, she sank like a young virgin into the arms of this mere child.

The house slept.
Next morning at Les Fondettes, when the bell rang for lunch, the dining-room table was no longer too big for the company.