At all events, it was as well to talk no more about it, but she would inform herself later on.

But the procession, which had stopped again in order that Monseigneur might incense the Holy Sacrament, which was placed among the verdure of a temporary altar at the corner of the street, was now about to move on again; and Angelique, whose hands seemed lost in the basket on her lap, suddenly, in her delight and confusion, made a quick movement, and carelessly threw out a great quantity of the perfumed petals.

At that instant Felicien approached.

The leaves fell like a little shower, and at last two of them fluttered, balanced themselves, then quietly settled down on his hair.
It was over.

The canopy had disappeared round the corner of the Grand Rue, the end of the cortege went by, leaving the pavements deserted, hushed as if quieted by a dreamy faith, in the rather strong exhalation of crushed roses.