He had one of those memories that retain everything and let nothing escape them.

This bouquet--the most beautiful Mlle.

Galet ever had received--caused her great astonishment.
She did not know to whom to attribute it, the modest donor having escaped from the effusions of her gratitude by not making himself known.
She supposed that Mlle.

Moriaz had sent it to her, and, as she had taste for composition, she wrote to her a four page letter of thanks.
Count Abel had not forgotten that he was the bearer of a commission from Mlle Moriaz.

A few days after his arrival, he decided to go to Maisons, but to take the longest route there; he wanted to see Cormeilles in passing, and a certain villa in which he was particularly interested.
He went in the Argenteuil cars, got out at Sannois, climbed that pretty hill that commands the loveliest of views, and stopped at the inn of Trouillet mills in order to breakfast there.