Then Angelique, exerting herself almost supernaturally, rose up, and was more charming than ever, as she slowly moved back and forth with the light step of former days.

She continued to speak of her wish, saying if it were granted she would be so happy, and that after the wedding she would certainly be cured.

Moreover, the question should be left to Monseigneur; he alone should decide it.

That same evening, when the Bishop was there, she explained her desire to him, fixing her eyes on his, regarding him steadily and beseechingly, and speaking in her sweet, earnest voice, under which there was hidden an ardent supplication, unexpressed in words.

Monseigneur realised it, and understood the truth, and he appointed a day in the middle of April for the ceremony.
Then they lived in great commotion from the necessary bustle attendant upon the preparations for the marriage.