right and wrong

over against her. There was a succession of terrace roofs close by,

and on one of these a photographer had perched a big cagelike

construction of blue glass. It was all very gay, and Nana was

becoming absorbed in contemplation, when it struck her someone had

At sight of the count she shut the window, for it was not warm, and

there was no need for the eavesdropping Mme Bron to listen. The

pair gazed at one another gravely. Then as the count still kept

standing stiffly in front of her, looking ready to choke with