For the journey I can lend thee a hat.

Thou could'st not travel with that ridiculous foulard on thy head, hiding all thy pretty hair.' "I remember there was a looking-glass in the room, and as Odette--that was the girl's name--said this, I glanced at myself.

My poor foulard, I had thought it so pretty.

It had been the 'nouvel an' of the bon papa! But I would not listen to the voice of my heart.

I set out on my return home quite determined to carry out my own way.
"It was such a hot walk that day.