Marie also threw herself into her arms, kissing her with gratitude and emotion.

Mere-Grand herself was the only one who did not shed tears.

She strove to calm them, begging them to exaggerate nothing and to remain sensible.
"Well, you must at all events let me kiss you as the others have done," Guillaume said to her, as he recovered his self-possession.

"I at least owe you that.

And Pierre, too, shall kiss you, for you are now as good for him as you have always been for us." At table, when it was at last possible for them to lunch, he reverted to that attack of fear which had left him both surprised and ashamed.