Life is made up of just such trifles.

Good-by!" She went out.

He would have liked to accompany her, but he made it a point not to show himself with her in the street, unless she absolutely forced him to do so.
In the street, Therese felt suddenly that she was alone in the world, without joy and without pain.

She returned to her house on foot, as was her habit.

It was night; the air was frozen, clear, and tranquil.