I can well imagine that when she appears in the streets of Paris people turn to look after her, but no one would have the audacity to follow her.

How old is she?
Twenty-four or twenty-five years, I should say.

Why is she not married?
Who is this withered, pinched-looking fright of a personage who trots at her side like a poodle-dog?
Probably some _demoiselle de compagnie_.

And there comes her _femme de chambre_, a very spruce little lass, bringing her a shawl, which the _demoiselle de compagnie_ hastens to put over her shoulders.

She allows it to be done with the air of one who is accustomed to being waited upon.Mlle.Moriaz is an heiress.