Definitely a diversion for Romain Gary, and for his readers a heavily scented tale- much as de Maupassant might have told it- which moves with elegance from its sentimental beginning to its surprising end. On her eightieth birthday, Lady L, once a great beauty of impregnable social position, confides her story to the poet laureate in her pavilion which she is about to lose. There, with her Bouchers, her Fragonards, her bibelots, and her many memories, she reveals her early years in a Parisian slum, her questionable pursuits from which she was rescued when she became the protege of Armand Denis, an anarchist, a poet and a romantic. With Armand and his accomplices she committed many crimes against the very rich and the very noble; she also fell in love with him, passionately and endringly; and she finally was forced to betray him and went on to make two marriages of wealth and stature. Eight years later Armand returned, still more dedicated to his cause than to her, so that to keep him with her always she deceived him again... A costume-jewelled conte.