His ill humor made the monument with which the Bourbon restoration had adorned the old cemetery of the Madeleine, appear uglier than ever to him.

Time was passing, but she did not come.

Every time that he turned, he looked hungrily at the entrances of the garden.

And then it happened as in all their meetings.
She suddenly appeared as if she had fallen from the sky or risen up from the ground, like an apparition.

A cough, a slight rustling of footsteps, and as he turned, Julio almost collided with her.
"Marguerite! Oh, Marguerite!".