I have seldom seen in a man, and especially in an old man, such consideration for the feelings of others.
Lucille's clear laugh was ever ready to welcome some little pleasantry, and she joined occasionally in the talk.

I listened more to the voice than to the words.

Her gay humour found something laughable in remarks that sounded grave enough, and I suddenly felt a hundred years old.

As she walked demurely into the dining-room on her father's arm, I thought in truth that she would rather have skipped and run thither.
During dinner mention was made of the Baron Giraud, and I learnt that that financier was among the Vicomte's friends.

The name was not new to me, although the Baron's personality was unknown.
The Baron was one of the mushrooms of that day--a nobleman of finance, a true product of Paris, highly respected and honoured there.