From morning to evening she hummed little snatches of song, like a bee intoxicated by the heat of the sun's rays.

Never before had the chasubles she embroidered been so resplendent with silk and gold.

The Huberts smiled as they watched her, thinking simply that this exuberance of spirits came from her state of perfect health.

As the day waned she grew more excited, she sang at the rising of the moon, and as soon as the hour arrived she hurried to her balcony, and waited for the shadow to appear.
During all the first quarters of the moon she found it exact at each rendezvous, erect and silent.

But that was all.