famous monet painting

Miss Marple smiled to herself as she waited for thelift to come down. So like Selina! Always convinced that she knew everybody. She herselfcould not compete. Her solitary achievement in that line had been the handsome andwell-gaitered Bishop of Westchester whom she had addressed affectionately as "dear Robbie" and who had responded with equalaffection and with memories of himself as a child in a Hampshire vicarage calling outlustily "Be a crocodile now, Auntie Janie. Be a crocodile andeat me."
　　The lift came down, the uniformed middle-aged manthrew open the door. Rather to Miss Marple's surprise thealighting passenger was Bess Sedgwick whom she had seen go up only a minute or two before.