Yet one could still hear in the distance, growing weaker and weaker by degrees, the silvery sound of the little chains of the swinging censers.
"Oh mother!" said Angelique, pleadingly, "do let us go into the church, so as to see them all as they come back." Hubertine's first impulse was to refuse.

But she, for her own part, was very anxious to ascertain what she could about Felicien, so she replied: "Yes, after a while, if you really wish to do so." But they must, of course, wait a little.

Angelique, after going to her room for her hat, could not keep still.

She returned every minute to the great window, which was still wide open.

She looked to the end of the street inquiringly, then she lifted her eyes as if seeking something in space itself; and so nervous was she that she spoke aloud, as she mentally followed the procession step by step.
"Now they are going down the Rue Basse.