Then they both consulted about a hiding-place.
Once she came in from the garden, all upset.

A moment before (and she showed the place), the father and daughter had appeared to her, one after the other; they did nothing but look at her.
During several months she remained inert in her room.

Felicite scolded her gently; she must keep up for her son and also for the other one, for "her memory." "Her memory!" replied Madame Aubain, as if she were just awakening, "Oh! yes, yes, you do not forget her!" This was an allusion to the cemetery where she had been expressly forbidden to go.
But Felicite went there every day.

At four o'clock exactly, she would go through the town, climb the hill, open the gate and arrive at Virginia's tomb.

It was a small column of pink marble with a flat stone at its base, and it was surrounded by a little plot enclosed by chains.