She thought only of him; she adored him in the lustre of his legendary nobility.

And when she embroidered the motto of the family, "_Si Dieu veult, je veux_," in black silk on a streamer of silver, she realised that she was his slave, and that never again could she reclaim him.

Then tears prevented her from seeing, while mechanically she continued to make little stitches in her work.
After this it was indeed pitiable.

Angelique loved in despair, fought against this hopeless affection, which she could not destroy.

She still wished to go to Felicien, to reconquer him by throwing her arms around his neck; and thus the contest was daily renewed.