She had not taken a moment's rest since the early morning, but had shown no signs of fatigue, being, on the contrary, supported and carried above herself by her great inward happiness.

And as she came back from her errand, her hair blown all about her face by the wind, Hubert began to tease her as she seated herself to strip off the leaves of the roses, and to put them in a great basket.
"You could not do any more than you have done were it your wedding-day, my dear.

Is it, then, that you are really to be married now ?" "But yes! oh, yes! Why not ?" she answered gaily.
Hubertine smiled in her turn.
"While waiting, my daughter, since the house is so satisfactorily arranged, the best thing for us to do is to go upstairs and dress." "In a minute, mother.

Look at my full basket." She had finished taking the leaves from the roses which she had reserved to throw before Monseigneur.

The petals rained from her slender fingers; the basket was running over with its light, perfumed contents.