right, meadows, dotted over with great patches of umbrageous wood,

stretched away into the distance, while opposite to her, as far as

the Seine flowing at the foot of a hill, the avenues of the park

intersected one another, filled at that moment with long, motionless

files of waiting carriages; and in the direction of Boulogne, on the

left, the landscape widened anew and opened out toward the blue

distances of Meudon through an avenue of paulownias, whose rosy,

leafless tops were one stain of brilliant lake color. People were