Then, in a low tone, Angelique began her story.

She related in a flow of inexhaustible words all that had happened, calling up the most minute details, growing more and more excited at the recollection of them.

She omitted nothing, but searched her memory as if it were for a confession.
She was not at all embarrassed, although her cheeks grew very red and her eyes sparkled with flashes of pride; yet she did not raise her voice, but continued to talk earnestly in a half-whisper.
At length Hubertine interrupted her, speaking also very low: "Ah, my dear! Now you are too excited.

You have indeed to correct yourself, for you are carried away by your feelings, as if by a great wind.

Ah, my vain, my headstrong child, you are always the same little girl who refused to wash up the kitchen floor, and who kissed her own hands." Angelique could not prevent herself from laughing.
"No, do not laugh.