He had a number of sheets of paper cut into small equal squares, and he was apparently covering them with pictorial designs--strange-looking figures.

He worked rapidly and attentively, sometimes threw back his head and held out his drawing at arm's-length, and kept up a soft, gay-sounding humming and whistling.

The lady brushed past him in her walk; her much-trimmed skirts were voluminous.

She never dropped her eyes upon his work; she only turned them, occasionally, as she passed, to a mirror suspended above the toilet-table on the other side of the room.

Here she paused a moment, gave a pinch to her waist with her two hands, or raised these members--they were very plump and pretty--to the multifold braids of her hair, with a movement half caressing, half corrective.