to the limbs and branches of the tree by the stems which

was she at heart. But she did not end her sentence and for a moment

was worried at not being able to remember where she had put her

fifty francs on changing her dress. But she recollected at last:

they must be on the corner of her toilet table under an inverted

pomatum pot. As she was in the act of rising the bell sounded for

quite a long time. Capital! Another of them still! It would never

end. The count and the marquis had both risen, too, and the ears of

the latter seemed to be pricked up and, as it were, pointing toward