So her joy was intense and perfect, without the slightest anxiety for the future, or suspicion of any obstacle that could possibly come between them.

In short, he would in his turn now make himself known, and would tell everything.

As she had fancied, gold would stream down with the little flickering flames of the candles.

The organs would send forth their most glorious music on the occasion of their betrothal.

The line of the Hautecoeurs would continue royally from the beginning of the legend--Norbert I, Jean V, Felicien III, Jean XII, then the last, Felicien VII, who just turned towards her his noble face.