At dinner, seated at her plain round table, with a cloth that had not been him say, “Ah! Beef stew There’s nothing better than that in the whole world!” she would dream of rare and delicious food, delightful dinner parties, heavy silver shining softly in the lamplight against snowhite linen, and admiring words whispered in her ear by the handsome man sitting beside her.
She had no fine clothes,no jewels. And yet she lived for nothing else! Her only desire was to be beautiful, to be admired, to be loved.