On my way to the hotel I bought several pairs of silk stockings, and took with me a bootmaker who lived close by.
Oh, what a delightful moment! Henriette, who had not the slightest idea of what I had gone out for, looked at everything with great pleasure, yet without any of those demonstrations which announce a selfish or interested disposition.

She shewed her gratitude only by the delicate praise which she bestowed upon my taste and upon the quality of the articles I had purchased.

She was not more cheerful on account of my presents, but the tender affection with which she looked at me was the best proof of her grateful feelings.
The valet I had hired had entered the room with the shoemaker.

Henriette told him quietly to withdraw, and not to come unless he was called.

The dressmaker set to work, the shoemaker took her measure, and I told him to bring some slippers.