window-front

Updated: May 23, 2025

Gavard had gone to lean over the brass rail of the window-front, where, seemingly lost in thought, he began playing with one of the cut-glass balusters detached from its wire fastening. Presently, however, he raised his head. "Well, for my part," he said, "I looked upon it all as an excellent joke." "Looked upon what as a joke?" asked Lisa, still quivering with indignation. "The inspectorship."

Émile Zola - The Fat and the Thin