Carried away by the religious enthusiasm of her sister, whose countenance, transfigured, as it were, by the hope of an approaching deliverance, gleamed brightly in the reflected sunset, Cephyse took her hands, and, looking at her with deep emotion, exclaimed, "Oh, sister! how beautiful you look now!"
"Then my beauty comes rather late in the day," said Mother Bunch, with a sad smile.
"No, sister; for you appear so happy, that the last scruples I had upon your account are quite gone."
"Then let us make haste," said the hunchback, as she pointed to the chafing-dish.
"Be satisfied, sister—it will not be long," said Cephyse. And she took the chafing-dish full of charcoal, which she had placed in a corner of the garret, and brought it out into the middle of the room.
"Do you know how to manage it?" asked the sewing-girl approaching.
"Oh! it is very simple," answered Cephyse; "we have only to close the door and window, and light the charcoal."
"Yes, sister; but I think I have heard that every opening must be well stopped, so as to admit no current of air."
"You are right, and the door shuts so badly."
"And look at the holes in the roof."