All the women, to sum up, agreed that she was a perfect marvel.

Then the company got into their conveyances again.

From Chamont all the way to La Mignotte Nana remained silent.

She had twice turned round to look back at the house, and now, lulled by the sound of the wheels, she forgot that Steiner was at her side and that Georges was in front of her.

A vision had come up out of the twilight, and the great lady seemed still to be sweeping by with all the majesty of a potent queen, full of years and of honors.
That evening Georges re-entered Les Fondettes in time for dinner.
Nana, who had grown increasingly absent-minded and singular in point of manner, had sent him to ask his mamma's forgiveness.