The countess reflected a moment and took a pinch from a gold snuffbox with her husband's portrait on it.
He half rose, meaning to go round, but the aunt handed him the snuffbox, passing it across Helene's back.
On retiring to her own room, she sat in an armchair, her eyes fixed on a miniature portrait of her son on the lid of a snuffbox, while the tears kept coming into her eyes.
The count started and dropped the snuffbox.
"That is probably the work of Vinesse," said Pierre, mentioning a celebrated miniaturist, and he leaned over the table to take the snuffbox while trying to hear what was being said at the other table.