The letter from the asylum which she had left lying on the bureau bothered her.

The snow had melted, the day was mild and grey and on the whole fine, with just a slight keenness in the air which was invigorating.

She started at noon, for her walk was a long one.

She had to cross Paris and her bad leg always slowed her.

With that the streets were crowded; but the people amused her; she reached her destination very pleasantly.