Then she became suddenly serious, for she had come to the operation of rouging.

And with her face once more close to the mirror, she dipped her finger in a jar and began applying the rouge below her eyes and gently spreading it back toward her temples.

The gentlemen maintained a respectful silence.
Count Muffat, indeed, had not yet opened his lips.

He was thinking perforce of his own youth.

The bedroom of his childish days had been quite cold, and later, when he had reached the age of sixteen and would give his mother a good-night kiss every evening, he used to carry the icy feeling of the embrace into the world of dreams.