"You have put your new dress on," he added, "it becomes you splendidly." "That is so," said Musette.

"It is a kind of presentiment I had this morning.

Marcel will have the first fruits of it.

Goodbye, I am off to taste a little of the bread of gaiety." Musette was that day wearing a charming toilette.

Never had the poem of her youth and beauty been set off by a more seductive binding.