The friend of the house, Tony Meyer, the picture dealer, was wont when he saw her in this garment, which was a trifle monkish in appearance, to call her Brother Ange de Charolais, because he had discovered in her a resemblance to a portrait by Nattier which represented Mademoiselle de Charolais in the Franciscan habit.
Before this little girl, Robert was surprised and silent.
"It's kind of you," she said, "to have come to inquire after me.

I am better, thank you." "She works very hard; she works too hard," said Madame Nanteuil.

"Her part in _La Grille_ is tiring her." "Oh no, mother." They spoke of the theatre, and the conversation languished.
During a moment's silence, Madame Nanteuil asked Monsieur de Ligny if he were still collecting old fashion-prints.
Felicie and Robert looked at her without understanding.

They had told her not long before some fiction about engraved fashion-plates, to explain the meetings which they had not been able to conceal.

But they had quite forgotten the fact.