Saint-Mandé, Sunday 26 July 1891
Quick! She had to rinse her hands and remove the traces of jam.
Mademoiselle Bontemps hastily dried her hands and cast a longing look at the plate piled with strawberry biscuits, mocha cakes, éclairs and meringues. Resisting temptation, she shut the plate away in the bottom of the cupboard. ‘I’ll have them this evening when everyone’s gone to bed…’ She smoothed her dress over the crinoline she persisted in wearing as if she were still only twenty, and rustled back