The book Linetta had intended to read remained unopened. She sat worrying and thinking about herself and about Blanche and Marguerite until it was time to drive in the Bois de Boulogne.
Today they used a caliche drawn by two fine piebald horses, its interior upholstered in a warm golden yellow, which echoed the colour of Blanche’s hair.
She was resplendent in a yellow gown embroidered with topazes and her jewellery of topazes and diamonds seemed to hold the warmth of the sun.
Linetta wore white, her gown being trimmed with turquoise-blue ribbons and her hat with small feathers in the same colour.
She felt that she paled into insignificance beside Blanche. Yet she saw quite a number of gentlemen looking at her with what she was woman enough to know was a glint of admiration in their eye
