Did you know what my wish was ?" she added, eagerly.
"I know, Mademoiselle, that Madame will be waiting for you in the salon.

We can talk about your wish later; when I am putting you to bed." She would say no more, but smoothed Jeanne's soft dark hair, never very untidy it must be owned, for it was always neatly plaited in two tails that hung down her back, as was then the fashion for little girls of Jeanne's age and country, and bade her again not to delay going downstairs.
Jeanne set off.

In that great rambling old house it was really quite a journey from her room to her mother's salon.

There was the long corridor to pass, at one end of which were Jeanne's quarters, at the other a room which had had for her since her babyhood a mingled fascination and awe.
It was hung with tapestry, very old, and in some parts faded, but still distinct.

As Jeanne passed by the door of this room, she noticed that it was open, and the gleam of the faint moonlight on the snow-covered garden outside attracted her.
"I can see the terrace ever so much better from the tapestry room window," she said to herself.