He was a veteran of the Polish wars, and an old friend of Prince Panine's, at whose side he had received the wounds which had so frightfully mutilated him.

Micheline, smiling, was listening to flattering tales which the old soldier was relating about Serge.

Cayrol, who had got rid of Herzog, was looking for Jeanne, who had just disappeared in the direction of the terrace.
The rooms were uncomfortably warm, and many of the visitors had found their way to the terraces.

Along the marble veranda, overlooking the lake, chairs had been placed.

The ladies, wrapped in their lace scarfs, had formed into groups and were enjoying the delights of the beautiful evening.