"In July ladies get rather red by the time they reach this spot, and all the powder comes off their faces.

However, one can't always be beautiful." "Well, I'm not cold by any means," replied Pierre, as he sat at her feet wiping his forehead.
She laughed, and answered that she had never before seen him with such a colour.

Then they began to talk like children, like two young friends, finding a source of gaiety in the most puerile things.

She was somewhat anxious about his health, however, and would not allow him to remain in the cool shade, as he felt so very warm.

In order to tranquillise her, he had to change his place and seat himself with his back to the sun.