Monsieur Albert, indeed, on his way down the room wondered what had driven the hopeless expression from her face.
The waiter brought her bill.

She paid it and tipped him with prodigality which for a woman was almost reckless.

Then she ordered coffee, and after a second's hesitation cigarettes.

Why not?
Nearly all the women were smoking, and she desired to pass for the moment as one of them.

For the first time she ventured to gaze at her neighbor.
It was the young lady from Vienna.