You see that church behind the trees down there ?" Then she continued: "Do you know, it appears the owner of the Chateau de Chamont is an old lady of Napoleon's time?
Oh, SHE was a merry one! At least, so Joseph told me, and he heard it from the servants at the bishop's palace.
There's no one like it nowadays, and for the matter of that, she's become goody-goody." "What's her name ?" asked Lucy.
"Madame d'Anglars." "Irma d'Anglars--I knew her!" cried Gaga.
Admiring exclamations burst from the line of carriages and were borne down the wind as the horses quickened their trot.

Heads were stretched out in Gaga's direction; Maria Blond and Tatan Nene turned round and knelt on the seat while they leaned over the carriage hood, and the air was full of questions and cutting remarks, tempered by a certain obscure admiration.

Gaga had known her! The idea filled them all with respect for that far-off past.
"Dear me, I was young then," continued Gaga.

"But never mind, I remember it all.

I saw her pass.