At length the day arrived so feared and so desired.

At day-break long lines of young girls, all in white, extended in all directions, and advanced to the sound of the bells; and Notre Dame, in the midst of a cloud of perfume, proudly looked down on three hamlets in one.
What censers! what crosses! what nosegays! what tapers! what banners! what pictures! Then come all Puymirol, Artigues, Astafort, Lusignan, Cardonnet, Saint Cirq, Brax, Roquefort; but those of Roquefort, this year, are the first--the most numerous: and to see them in particular the curious hastened forward, for everywhere, in all places, the story of the young girl sold to the demon spread, and it is known that to-day she comes to pray to the Virgin to protect her.
Her misfortune has inspired pity amongst them; every one looks at her and laments; they trust that a miracle will be operated in her favour, and that the Virgin will save her.

She sees the feeling that she has inspired, and rejoices; her hope becomes stronger; "the voice of the people is the voice of God." Oh, how her heart beats as she enters the church! everywhere within the walls are pictures of the Virgin's mercy and indulgence; mothers in grief, young people in affliction, girls without parents, women without children--all are kneeling with tapers before the image of the Mother of heaven, which an aged priest in his robes allows to touch their lips, and afterwards blesses them.
No sign of ill has occurred, and they believe; all, as they rise, depart with a happy hope, and Franconnette feels the same, particularly when she sees Pascal praying devoutly; then she has courage to look the priest in the face.

It appears as if love, music, the lights, the incense--all was united to assure her of pardon.
"Pardon! pardon!" murmured she, "oh, if that were mine! and Pascal"-- She lighted her taper in order, and, the light and her bouquet in her hand, she took her place.

Every one, from compassion, made way that she might kneel the foremost.