"Lord, how pretty you were!" he muttered, dazed by that image of beauty and gladness.
And he looked at Suzanne, in spite of himself.
"I have grown older," she said. "Three long years...."
He shrugged his shoulders without replying, for, on the contrary, he thought her lovelier still; and he turned the pages. Two loose photographs slipped to the floor. She put out her hand to take them, but did not complete the movement.
"May I?" asked Philippe.
"Yes, certainly."
He was much astonished when he examined one of the portraits:
"This," he said, "makes you look older than you are.... How funny! And why that old-fashioned dress?... That quaint way of doing your hair.... It's you ... and yet it's not you.... Who is it?"
"Mamma," she said.