Suzanne then examined herself full face, in profile, in three-quarters view, and behind, attentively and conscientiously, like an amateur judging a work of art, who cries at length, "Yes, it is all good, it is all perfect, there is nothing amiss." One could have believed that she saw herself again for the first time after many years.
At length, when the survey was completed, and the toilette finished, she let her petticoat slip down, opened her bed, put one knee upon it, and, the upper part of her body leaning forward on her hands, prepared to get in.
The lamp on the night-table, close beside her, threw its light no longer on her face.
But at the same instant a little zephyr taking her astern, caused the white tissue which English-women never mention, to gently undulate.
She noticed then that she had forgotten to shut her window.
"Heavens," cried Marcel to himself, for it was he, who perched on the rise of the road and armed with his good opera-glass, had just been witness of what I have narrated.
LXX.
THE AMBUSCADE.
"Be not discouraged either before obstacles, or before ill-will. Wait patiently. The sacred hour will sound for you and all the ways will be made smooth."
(Charge of Mgr. de Nancy).