Why was it that her heart grew so oppressed?
She had thought she was quite strong, and the day had passed most peacefully--she was so sure of being right in her desire to be happy.

But now that she was ignorant of what might happen she turned pale as if guilty, quite frightened at thinking that she was to see Monseigneur, and that in truth she had come there expressly to speak to him.

She went quietly to the Chapel Hautecoeur, where she was obliged to remain leaning against the gate.
This chapel was one of the most sunken and dark of the old Romanesque apse.

Like a cave hewn in a rock, straight and bare, with the simple lines of its low, vaulted ceiling, it had but one window, that of stained glass, on which was the Legend of St.George, and in whose panes the red and blue so predominated that they made a lilac-coloured light, as if it were twilight.

The altar, in black and white marble, was unornamented, and the whole place, with its picture of the Crucifixion, and its two chandeliers, seemed like a tomb.