The former had put on a dress of pale buff linen, trimmed with a simple thread lace, but her figure was so slight and youthful in its delicate roundness that she looked as if she were the sister of her adopted daughter.

Angelique wore her dress of white foulard, with its soft ruchings at the neck and wrists, and nothing else; neither earrings nor bracelets, only her bare wrists and throat, soft in their satiny whiteness as they came out from the delicate material, light as the opening of a flower.

An invisible comb, put in place hastily, scarcely held the curls of her golden hair, which was carelessly dressed.

She was artless and proud, of a most touching simplicity, and, indeed, "beautiful as a star." "Ah!" she said, "the bell! That is to show that Monseigneur has left his palace." The bell continued to sound loud and clear in the great purity of the atmosphere.

The Huberts installed themselves at the wide-opened window of the first story, the mother and daughter being in front, with their elbows resting on the bar of support, and the husband and father standing behind them.