He bought a two-sous' bouquet and offered it to Therese.
She was walking toward the cathedral.

She was thinking: "It is like an enormous beast--a beast of the Apocalypse." At the other end of the bridge a flower-woman, wrinkled, bearded, gray with years and dust, followed them with her basket full of mimosas and roses.

Therese, who held her violets and was trying to slip them into her waist, said, joyfully: "Thank you, I have some." "One can see that you are young," the old woman shouted with a wicked air, as she went away.
Therese understood at once, and a smile came to her lips and eyes.

They were passing near the porch, before the stone figures that wear sceptres and crowns.
"Let us go in," she said.
He did not wish to go in.

He declared that the door was closed.