That she had grown quite calm was a sign that her hero was about to appear.

This consoling light, which put to flight the darkness of all bad dreams, announced his arrival.

He was on his way, and the moon, whose brightness almost equalled that of the sun, was simply his forerunner.

She must be ready to greet him.
The chamber was as if hung with white velvet now, so they could see each other well.

Then she got up, dressed herself thoroughly, putting on a simple white gown of foulard, the same she had worn the day of their excursion to the ruins of Hautecoeur.