The next day, at the same time, that is to say, about nine o’clock, two shadows, one of which walked a few steps behind the other, crept into the Church of St. Andrew by the doors side of the sacred monument, and, in the light of lamps to ensure forever the votive offerings in memory of the miracles performed by the various saints which the altars are dedicated, 216 their way to the altar of Our Lady of Angels, who had succeeded charming name to a name more charming still, that of Our Lady of Love, the first invocation in which she was adored, but that he had removed half a century ago, the susceptibility of a bishop.

The girl arrived first and knelt.

The young man followed her and knelt on his right.

Both radiant youth and beauty, they were wonderful to see the flickering light of the lamp; her head down, eyes wet with tears, to him, the head erect, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

Each of them made a mental prayer, and when we say each of them, we respond to Isabelle de Lautrec. No doubt the words escaped from the heart is formulated on the lips throbbing sacred to the mother of the Lord, but the man can pray that in misfortune, for the happiness he has the beginnings of that desire and sighs of flame .