But the latter found a new subject for complaint in the pedestal offered her, for she said with increased severity: "On the ground, Monsieur; and let that end it." He obeyed, without a reply, after giving her a reproachful glance by which she was as much moved as by his silent obedience.

She put out her foot with a more gracious air, and thrust it into the slipper.

To be a correct historian, we must admit that this time she left it in the hands which softly pressed it longer than was strictly necessary.

When Octave had fastened it with skill but with no haste, he bent his head and pressed his lips to the openwork stocking, through which he could catch a glimpse of white, satiny skin.
"My husband!" exclaimed Madame de Bergenheim, as she heard the clatter of horses' hoofs at the end of the avenue; and without adding a word she fled rapidly toward the chateau.

Gerfaut arose from his position no less rapidly and darted into the woods.