It is true that each was lighted by a single wax-candle.

They might also have seen the figure of a young girl through the shades, staring in the direction of the village of Ceyzeriat.
This young girl was Amelie, pale, breathing with difficulty, and seeming to watch anxiously for a signal.
At the end of a few minutes she wiped her forehead and drew a joyous breath.

A fire was lighted in the direction she had been watching.

Then she passed from room to room, putting out the three candles one after the other, leaving only the one which was burning in her own room.

As if the fire awaited this return signal, it was now extinguished.
Amelie sat down by her window and remained motionless, her eyes fixed on the garden.