Michel watched her every movement; but she, quiet, as if a trifle weary, spoke but little, and only in answer to the Prince and Varhely, and, when her beautiful eyes met those of Menko, she turned them away, evidently avoiding his look with as much care as he sought hers.
The breakfast over, they rose from the table, the men lighting cigars, and the ladies seeking the mirrors in the cabin to rearrange their tresses disheveled by the wind.
The boat stopped at Marly until it was time for the lock to be opened, before proceeding to Maisons-Lafitte, where Marsa was to land.

Many of the passengers, with almost childish gayety, landed, and strolled about on the green bank.
Marsa was left alone, glad of the silence which reigned on the steamer after the noisy chatter of a moment ago.

She leaned over the side of the boat, listening idly to the swish of the water along its sides.
Michel Menko was evidently intending to approach her, and he had made a few steps toward her, when he felt a hand laid upon his shoulder.

He turned, thinking it was the Prince; but it was Yanski Varhely, who said to the young man: "Well, my dear Count, you did right to come from London to this fete.
Not only is Zilah delighted to see you, but the fantastic composition of the guests is very curious.

Baroness Dinati has furnished us with an 'ollapodrida' which would have pleased her husband.