But the surfeited rich are more difficult to satisfy: they require time and everything to suit before they will consent to be happy.
The evening has passed like a moment.

The old woman told me the history of her life, sometimes smiling, sometimes drying her eyes.

Perrine sang an old ballad with her fresh young voice.

Henry told us what he knows of the great writers of the day, to whom he has to carry their proofs.

At last we were obliged to separate, not without fresh thanks on the part of the happy family.
I have come home slowly, ruminating with a full heart, and pure enjoyment, on the simple events of my evening.