"From the right."
"All right."
And she read:
"'Cousin, I was so happy when I awoke this morning, I do not know why it was. Can you perhaps tell me?'"
Delage read his reply:
"'It may be, Cécile, that it was due to a special dispensation of Providence or of fate. The God who loves you suffers you to smile, in the hour of weeping and the gnashing of teeth.'"
"Nanteuil, my darling, you cross the stage," said Romilly. "Delage, stand aside a bit to let her pass."
Nanteuil crossed over.
"'Terrible days, do you say, Aimeri? Our days are what we make them. They are terrible for evil-doers only.'"