He appeared to have suddenly thawed.

He was no longer the awkward, sickly youth, whose every movement was paralyzed by timidity, and whose words froze on his tongue; his slender frame had become supple, his blue eyes enlarged and illuminated; his delicate features expressed refinement, tenderness, and passion.

The young girl was moved and won by so much emotion, the first that Julien had ever manifested toward her.

Far from being offended at this species of declaration, she replied, gayly: "As to the queen of the woods working miracles, I know none so powerful as these flowers." She unfastened the bouquet of white starry woodruff from her corsage, and handed them over to him in their envelope of green leaves.
"Do you know them ?" said she; "see how sweet they smell! And the odor increases as they wither." Julien had carried the bouquet to his lips, and was inhaling slowly the delicate perfume.
"Our woodsmen," she continued, "make with this plant a broth which cures from ill effects of either cold or heat as if by enchantment; they also infuse it into white wine, and convert it into a beverage which they call May wine, and which is very intoxicating." Julien was no longer listening to these details.

He kept his eyes steadily fixed on Mademoiselle Vincart, and continued to inhale rapturously the bouquet, and to experience a kind of intoxication.
"Let me keep these flowers," he implored, in a choking voice.
"Certainly," replied she, gayly; "keep them, if it will give you pleasure." "Thank you," he murmured, hiding them in his bosom.
Reine was surprised at his attaching such exaggerated importance to so slight a favor, and a sudden flush overspread her cheeks.