You will see what a nice couple they'll make!" Suzanne silently embraced Therese.

This poor creature, who was half dead, and as white as a sheet, had formed a friendship for the rigid and sombre young widow.

She showed her a sort of childlike affection mingled with a kind of respectful terror.

Olivier complimented the aunt and niece, while Grivet hazarded a few spicy jokes that met with middling success.

Altogether the company were delighted, enchanted, and declared that everything was for the best; in reality all they thought about was the wedding feast.
Therese and Laurent were clever enough to maintain a suitable demeanour, by simply displaying tender and obliging friendship to one another.