At the end of an hour she got tired of being admired and called for the carriage.

As she was draping herself in her wrappings in the vestibule, her step-father volunteered his services.
"No! I beg of you," she said, impatiently; "men don't know--don't know at all!" Then she threw herself in the carriage with a wearied look.

However, as the horses were starting: "Smoke, sir," she said with a better grace.
Lucan thanked her for the permission, but without availing himself of it; then, while making all his little arrangements of neighborly comfort: "You were remarkably handsome to-night, my dear child!" he said.
"Monsieur," said Julia, in a nonchalant but affirmative tone, "I forbid you to think me handsome, and I forbid you to call me 'my dear child!'" "As you please," said Lucan.

"Well, then, you are not handsome, you are not dear to me, and you are not a child." "As for being a child, no!" she said, energetically.
She wound her vail around her head, crossed her arms over her bosom, and settled herself in her corner, where a stray moonbeam came occasionally to play over her whiteness.
"May I sleep ?" she asked.
"Why, most certainly! Shall I close the window ?" "If you please.

My flowers will not incommode you ?" "Not in the least." After a pause: "Monsieur de Lucan ?" resumed Julia.
"Dear madam ?" "Do explain to me in what consist the usages of society; for there are things which I do not understand.