If the man wanted more to eat than was customary, let him have it.

It was not for her to measure her uncle's hospitality.
But her ribbons and her pins were her own.
The carriage was driving up to the door, and Michel with his young friend descended among the circle of expectant admirers.

Urmand was rich, always well dressed, and now he was to be successful in love.
He had about him a look as of a successful prosperous lover, as he jumped out of the little carriage with his portmanteau in his hand, and his greatcoat with its silk linings open at the breast.

There was a consciousness in him and in every one there that he had not come now to buy linen.

He made his way into the little room where Madame Voss was standing up, waiting for him, and was taken by the hand by her.