Having said her prayer, Nanteuil, without waiting to hear Pradel's speech, jumped into a carriage in order to join Robert de Ligny, who was waiting for her in front of the Montparnasse railway station.

Amid the throng of passers-by they shook hands, gazing at one another without a word.

More than ever did they feel that they were bound together.

Robert loved her.
He loved her without knowing it.

She was for him, or so he believed, merely one delight in the infinite series of possible delights.