Two calm figures, they knelt there, the Suisse could not hurry them. Those who would have carried their boy away stood and waited. We stood back and waited. The stir up and down of people outside the chapel gates went on, and all the stirs of the church and the streets and the world.
The two calm figures knelt, for the moment they were, with their sorrow, at peace; not strangers here, but at home in the house of that which did not confuse or frighten them.
The Stain
The maid, who had been Giselle's nurse so short a time ago, opened the library door and announced, unwillingly, one could see, "Madame la Marquise de St. Agnan, Madame la Comtesse."
Giselle, in her heavy mourning, stood up from the chair by the window. She did not go forward to meet Paule.
"It is sweet of you to see me," said Paule, crossing the room to her, slender and tall and lovely.
The baby-boy and girl who had been playing with some wooden toy soldiers on the floor in a corner, both scrambled up and trotted over to their mother.
Paule had never seen them before. She wanted to take them both in her arms and hold them tight. She thought she could never have let the boy go.
But Giselle said to the maid, "Honorine, please take the children to Miss."