Another precocious Parisian moppet is Anne, seventeen when she takes her first lover, casually circulating here and there, and now recording with detachment her not too creditable attachment to Antoine- an older man. With some shrewdness Anne recognizes that Antoine is as incapable of caring for anyone as she is- but also that his attractiveness to her must be concealed and to an extent controlled. To test her own uninvolvement, she encourages his affair with a friend, Elisabeth, leaves them together- for a time, but is not ready to give up full possession when she finds out that Elisabeth is pregnant. She takes Elisabeth in hand, keeps the paternity which might have pleased Antoine from him, and arranges the abortion which will take the life of both mother and child... Passion without pity- flecked with sang froid, this is not a new taste sensation- but a snack for the market created by Sagan and to a great extent imitated here. L'appetit vietn-il en mangeant?