She had no girl friends with whom to exchange confidences--with whom to make merry over the silly flatterers who paid court to them; no acquaintances whose envy she could arouse by the magnificence of her toilets--one of the greatest pleasures in life! She had no other flatterers but her cats; no other confidantes but her cats; no other actors but her cats.

The world of waves had been her sole enjoyment.

The water had been her theater, balls, concert--the great world.

It was her freedom.

The land was a prison.
Again it was the full of the moon, and quite warm.