She glanced at her neighbour with wonder and appreciation, delight and envy. There was a light, clean scent upon his hair. She saw his hands, his nails. And her own.
A young Jew opposite her had his hair curled, and a faint powdery bloom about his face.
("But never mind! That is civilisation. There are people who turn from that and cry for nature, but I, since I've lived as a dog, when I see artifice, feel gay!")
"You don't know with what interest you have been awaited."
"We?"
"Ah, yes! And were you pleased to come?"
"We did not know to what we were coming!"
"And now?…"
She looked round the table peacefully, listened to the light voices talking a French she had never heard at Bar.
"And now?…"