And beneath the windows torrents of vehicles and pedestrians streamed along the Boulevards where reigned the wild fever of pleasure and harlotry.
"No, don't open it, or I shall catch cold!" resumed Silviane, addressing Fonsegue as he stepped towards the window.

"Are you so very warm, then?
I'm just comfortable....

But, Duvillard, my good fellow, please order some more champagne.

It's wonderful what a thirst your critic has given me!" Amidst the blinding glare of the lamps and the perfume of the flowers and wines, one almost stifled in the room.

And Silviane was seized with an irresistible desire for a spree, a desire to tipple and amuse herself in some vulgar fashion, as in her bygone days.