He had a broad chest, large short muscles, and a white, well-nourished body; death had made a marble statue of him.

The lady examined him, turned him round and weighed him, so to say, with her eyes.

For a time, she seemed quite absorbed in the contemplation of this man.

She raised a corner of her veil for one last look.

Then she withdrew.
At moments, bands of lads arrived--young people between twelve and fifteen, who leant with their hands against the glass, nudging one another with their elbows, and making brutal observations.
At the end of a week, Laurent became disheartened.