She was an impersonation of health, joy, and freshness, in the full sunlight.

One could easily fancy that she might be a careful housekeeper and a queen withal as she was there, in her working dress, with her slender waist, her regal neck, her oval face, such as one reads of in fairy-tales.

And he did not know how to give her back the linen, he found her exquisite, so perfect a representation of the beauty of the art he loved.

It enraged him, in spite of himself, that he should have the air of an idiot, as he plainly saw the effort she made not to laugh.

But he was forced to do something, so at last he gave her back the sacque.
Then Angelique realised that if she were to open her mouth and try to thank him, she would shout.