Julie and he were invincible youth that always blooms anew.

War and its horrors and dangers fell from them.

Their sportive fancy that they were guests in the hotel and nothing ailed the world just then held true.

As Antoine and his daughter served the excellent dinner that Suzanne had prepared these two found amusement in everything.

The barrier of race that had been becoming more slender all the time melted quite away, and they were boy and girl looking into each other's eyes across a narrow table.
Picard and Suzanne even felt a touch of their fantastic spirits.
Suzanne from the north of France, powerful in her prejudices, a Frenchwoman to the core, had viewed John from the first with a distinct hostility, softening slowly, very slowly, as time passed.