Noon
That haughty smile , in which there was a touch of profound pity and of scorn as well , such scorn as a parvenu feels for his poor beginnings , was evidently addressed to the poor sickly child whom she fancied she saw up at that window , in the depths of the past and the darkness . It seemed to say to Claire , pointing at the factory : `` What do you say to this little Chebe ? She is here at last , you see ! '' Noon . The Marais is breakfasting . Sitting near the door , on a stone which once served as a horse-block for equestrians , Risler watches with a smile the exit from the factory . He never loses his enjoyment of the outspoken esteem of all these good people whom he knew when he was insignificant and humble like themselves .