Book 3, Chapter 30: A Letter from Robert

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​⁠Enveloped in a mantle of pink broad cloth, Therese went down the steps with Dechartre. He had come in the morning to Joinville. She had made him join the circle of her intimate friends, before the hunting-party to which she feared Le Menil had been invited, as was the custom. The light air of September agitated the curls of her hair, and the sun made golden darts shine in the profound gray of her