Better for herself, if it was her nature; and better for the rest of us who could look up and admire.

For myself, I would sooner look up than down, and none knew as I did--unless it were Jeanne Falla--how sweet and generous a nature lay behind the graces that set her above us.

For none had known her as I had, during all those years of the camaraderie of the coast.
But, while I wished her every good, I could not close my eyes to several things, since they pressed me hard.

That, for instance, we were no longer boy and girl together.

And that, whereas Carette used to look up to me, now the looking up was very much the other way.