Opposite them the blue draperies of the silversmith, and the red curtains of the wax-chandler, still barred the interior of their shops and hid the contents from view.

The streets seemed empty; there was no reverberation from one to the other, except that of the slow march of the clergy, whose progress could easily be realised from every corner of the town.
"Mother! mother! I assure you that now they are at the corner of the Rue Magloire.

They will soon come up the hill." She was mistaken, for it was only half-past six, and the procession never came back before a quarter-past seven.

She should have known well, had she not been over-impatient, that the canopy must be only at the lower wharf of the Ligneul.

But she was too excited to think.
"Oh! mother dear! _do_ hurry, or we may not find any places." "Come, make haste then, little one," at last Hubertine said, smiling in spite of herself.