But days passed and no change came.
At night, that she need not break her word, Angelique at first did not go out upon the balcony, for fear of being tempted to rejoin Felicien, were she to see him below her.

She remained quietly waiting in her chamber.

Then, as the leaves even scarcely stirred, but seemed to sleep, she ventured out, and began to question the dark shadows as before.
From whence would the miracle come?
Without doubt, in the Bishop's garden would be seen a flaming hand, which would beckon to her to approach.
Or, perhaps, the sign would appear in the Cathedral, the great organs of which would peal forth, and would call her to the altar.
Nothing would have surprised her: neither the doves of the "Golden Legend" bringing the words of benediction, nor the intervention of saints, who would enter through the walls, to tell her that Monseigneur wished to see her.

The only thing at which she wondered was the slowness of the working of the marvel.

Like the day, the nights succeeded nights, yet nothing, nothing manifested itself.
At the close of the second week, that which astonished Angelique above all was that she had not seen Felicien.