Did I hear the words, did her lips merely form them?
She was far, far down below me; the air was alive with the rustling of feet, of garments, of laughter, full of sounds that made themselves heard, full of sounds that would not be caught.
"You come to me ...

to-morrow." The old lady on the Duc de Mersch's arm was obviously my aunt.

I did not see why I should not go to them to-morrow.

It struck me suddenly and rather pleasantly that this was, after all, my family.

This old lady actually was a connection more close than anyone else in the world.