The Russian lady made them a supper.

They lodged in an attic room that Madame Verine rented.

In the morning they went out, dressed in their best, to see the notary.
An hour later Madame Verine sat in her little salon.

The floor was of polished wood; it shone in the morning light; so did all the polished curves of the chairs and cabinets.

Marie was practising exercises on the piano.
They heard a heavy step on the stair.