She acknowledged the delicious fear she always had at seeing his pale face flush at the slightest anger or displeasure.
They had now left the misty banks of the Chevrotte, and arm-in-arm they entered under the shadows of the great elm-trees.
"Oh! this beautiful garden," whispered Angelique, happy to breathe in the freshness which fell from the trees.

"For years I have wished to enter it; and now I am here with you--yes, I am here." It did not occur to her to ask him where he was leading her, but she gave herself up to his guidance, under the darkness of these centenarian trees.

The ground was soft under their feet; the archway of leaves above them was high, like the vaulted ceiling of a church.

There was neither sound nor breath, only the beating of their own hearts.
At length he pushed open the door of a little pavilion, and said to her: "Go in; this is my home." It was there that his father had seen fit to install him all by himself, in this distant corner of the park.

On the first floor there was a hall, and one very large room, which was now lighted by a great lamp.