She was kneeling in her ball-dress beside the bed, her face buried in the pillows that still showed the pressure of your head, and crying as if her heart would break.

I know that madame cries very easily--she has always been that way as long as I have known her--but I really should not have thought, to look at her, that she could hold such a quantity of tears.

Anne cross-examined me like a magistrate, but of course I made an innocent face, and knew nothing at all.

I saw plainly that she did not really care a bit, the viper, for while she was cross-questioning me she gave me a look once or twice that told me quite enough.

But Madame la Comtesse is very sharp.