CHAPTER XI.
That same evening, on returning from church, Angelique thought to herself, "I shall see him again very soon, for he will certainly be in the Clos-Marie, and I will go there to meet him." Without having exchanged a word with each other, they appeared to have silently arranged this interview.

The family dined as usual in the kitchen, but it was eight o'clock before they were seated at the table.
Hubert, quite excited by this day of recreation and of fete, was the only one who had anything to say.

Hubertine, unusually quiet, scarcely replied to her husband, but kept her looks fixed upon the young girl, who ate heartily and with a good appetite, although she scarcely seemed to pay any attention to the food, or to know that she put her fork to her mouth, so absorbed was she by her fancies.

And under this candid forehead, as under the crystal of the purest water, Hubertine read her thoughts clearly, and followed them as they formed themselves in her mind one by one.
At nine o'clock they were greatly surprised by a ringing of the door-bell.

It proved to be the Abbe Cornille, who, notwithstanding his great fatigue, had come to tell them that Monseigneur the Bishop had greatly admired the three old panels of marvellous embroidery.
"Yes, indeed! And he spoke of them so enthusiastically to me that I was sure it would please you to know it." Angelique, who had roused up on hearing the name of Monseigneur, fell back again into her reveries as soon as the conversation turned to the procession.