dragging her almost by force to a seat by her side on the sofa,
pretending that two women always have secrets to exchange, even when
they see each other for the first time.

The young baroness was fully _au fait_ in matters of bonnets and
dresses; and it was with giddy volubility that she asked Mme.
Favoral the names of her milliner and her dressmaker, and to what
jeweler she intrusted her diamonds to be reset.

This looked so much like a joke, that the poor housekeeper of the
Rue St. Gilles could not help smiling whilst answering that she had
no dressmaker, and that, having no diamonds, she had no possible
use for the services of a jeweler.

The other declared she could not get over it. No diamonds! That
was a misfortune exceeding all. And quick she seized the opportunity
charitably to enumerate the parures in her jewel-case, and laces in
her drawers, and the dresses in her wardrobes. In the first place, it
would have been impossible for her, she swore, to live with a husband
either miserly or poor. Hers had just presented her with a lovely
coupe, lined with yellow satin, a perfect bijou. And she made good
use of it too; for she loved to go about. She spent her days
shopping, or riding in the Bois. Every evening she had the choice
of the theatre or a ball, often both. The genre theatres were those
she preferred. To be sure, the opera and the Italiens were more
stylish; but she could not help gaping there.

Then she wished to kiss the children; and Gilberte and Maxence had
to be brought in. She adored children, she vowed: it was her
weakness, her passion. She had herself a little girl, eighteen