She was just one of those problems which made Aix-les-Bains so unfailingly attractive to him.

She dwelt in some street of Bohemia; so much was clear.

The frankness of her pleasure, of her excitement, and even of her distress proved it.
She passed from one to the other while you could deal a pack of cards.
She was at no pains to wear a mask.

Moreover, she was a young girl of nineteen or twenty, running about those rooms alone, as unembarrassed as if she had been at home.

There was the free use, too, of Christian names.