Her surprise increased when she recognised Hubertine, as it was always Hubert who went down the first.

She saw her follow slowly the walks of the narrow garden, her arms hanging listlessly at her sides, as if, after a restless, sleepless night, a feeling of suffocating, a need of breathing the fresh air, had made her leave her room so early.

And Hubertine was really very beautiful, with her clothes so hastily put on; and she seemed very weary--happy, but in the deepest grief.
The morning of the next day, on waking from a sound sleep of eight hours, one of those sweet, deep, refreshing sleeps that come after some great happiness, Angelique ran to her window.

The sky was clear, the air pure, and the fine weather had returned after a heavy shower of the previous evening.

Delighted, she called out joyously to Hubert, who was just opening the blinds below her: "Father! Father! Do look at the beautiful sunlight.