Toward the fair open country they went, amid the buffetings of the fresh air of heaven.

Bright-colored fabrics fluttered in the wind, and the merry laughter burst forth anew as the voyagers began jesting and glancing back at the respectable folks halting with looks of annoyance at the roadside.

Turning round, Nana could see the walking party hesitating and then returning the way they had come without crossing the bridge.

Mme Hugon was leaning silently on Count Muffat's arm, and so sad was her look that no one dared comfort her.
"I say, did you see Fauchery, dear ?" Nana shouted to Lucy, who was leaning out of the carriage in front.

"What a brute he was! He shall pay out for that.