His lips still trembled, and he remained quiet.
But if Angelique, in her obedience, was also still, she allowed her thoughts to follow their course, and her fancies mounted higher and still higher.

She showed it in every feature--in her mouth, that ecstasy had half opened, as well as in her eyes, where the infinite depth of her visions seemed reflected.

Now, this dream of a poor girl, she wove it into the golden embroidery.

It was for this unknown hero that, little by little, there seemed to grow on the white satin the beautiful great lilies, and the roses, and the monogram of the Blessed Virgin.

The stems of the lilies had all the gracious pointings of a jet of light, whilst the long slender leaves, made of spangles, each one being sewed on with gold twist, fell in a shower of stars.