Chapter ThreeLinetta could not sleep.
She had thought when she went to bed that she felt so exhausted that it would be impossible to keep her eyes open any longer.
But once her head was on the pillow she found herself going over the fantastic unbelievable events of the day and re-living a panorama of excitement that made it impossible for her to sleep.
First of all in her mind there had been the drive in the Bois de Boulogne.
Even apart from Blanche and her sensational appearance in the drojky she had never imagined that so much which was elegant, colourful and luxurious could be gathered together under the trees that were green with the first buds of spring.
Crowds of exciting spectators were massed along the paths or the side of the roads to the Grande Cascade.
There were handsome
