One by one the stars were extinguished, and with them fled the wandering visions, and all the host of invisible friends seemed to mount upward and to glide away on the moon's rays.
Now, in the full, clear light, the room behind them had only its ordinary whiteness of walls and ceiling, and seemed quite empty with its old-fashioned furniture of dark oak.

The velvet hangings were no longer there, and the bedstead had resumed its original shape, as it stood half hidden by the falling of one of its curtains.
"Do stay! Let me be near you only one minute more!" Angelique, having risen, refused, and begged Felicien to leave immediately.

Since the day had come, she had grown confused and anxious.
The reality was now here.

At her right hand, she seemed to hear a delicate movement of wings, whilst her hair was gently blown, although there was not the slightest breath of wind.

Was it not Saint Agnes, who, having remained until the last, was now forced to leave, driven away by the sun?
"No, leave me, I beg of you.