Life is a continual betrayal.
Only that poor Miss Bell does not forget me.

She has written to me from Florence and sent her book." "Miss Bell?
Isn't she that young person who looks, with her yellow waving hair, like a little lapdog ?" He reflected, and expressed the opinion that she must be at least thirty.
An old lady, wearing with modest dignity her crown of white hair, and a little vivacious man with shrewd eyes, came in suddenly--Madame Marmet and M.Paul Vence.

Then, carrying himself very stiffly, with a square monocle in his eye, appeared M.Daniel Salomon, the arbiter of elegance.
The General hurried out.
They talked of the novel of the week.

Madame Marmet had dined often with the author, a young and very amiable man.

Paul Vence thought the book tiresome.
"Oh," sighed Madame Martin, "all books are tiresome.