I hope you won't blame him ?" Madame Desvarennes frowned.
"I will not see him just now," she said, looking at Cayrol with a resolute air.

"Where did you leave him ?" "In the garden, where I found the young ladies." As if to verify the banker's words, a merry peal of laughter was heard through the half-open window.

It was Micheline, who, with returning gayety, was making up for the three weeks' sadness she had experienced during Panine's absence.
Madame Desvarennes went to the window, and looked into the garden.
Seated on the lawn, in large bamboo chairs, the young girls were listening to a story the Prince was telling.

The morning was bright and mild; the sun shining through Micheline's silk sunshade lit up her fair head.

Before her, Serge, bending his tall figure, was speaking with animation.