She needs your advice, your knowledge of the world." "Why, my dear Risler," Madame Georges replied, "Sidonie and I are old friends.

We have reason to be fond of each other still." And her calm, straightforward glance strove unsuccessfully to meet that of her old friend.
With his ignorance of women, and his habit of treating Sidonie as a child, Risler continued in the same tone: "Take her for your model, little one.

There are not two people in the world like Madame Chorche.

She has her poor father's heart.

A true Fromont!" Sidonie, with her eyes cast down, bowed without replying, while an imperceptible shudder ran from the tip of her satin shoe to the topmost bit of orange-blossom in her crown.