You can smell it, can't you?
At this moment it is wonderfully strong, as though all the roses of Paradise were flowering around us in the darkness." A low exclamation from her father interrupted her.

M.de Guersaint had risen to his feet again on seeing some specks of light shine out above the gradient ways on the left side of the Basilica.

"At last! Here they come!" said he.
It was indeed the head of the procession again appearing; and at once the specks of light began to swarm and extend in long, wavering double files.
The darkness submerged everything except these luminous points, which seemed to be at a great elevation, and to emerge, as it were, from the black depths of the Unknown.

And at the same time the everlasting canticle was again heard, but so lightly, for the procession was far away, that it seemed as yet merely like the rustle of a coming storm, stirring the leaves of the trees.
"Ah! I said so," muttered M.de Guersaint; "one ought to be at the Calvary to see everything." With the obstinacy of a child he kept on returning to his first idea, again and again complaining that they had chosen "the worst possible place." "But why don't you go up to the Calvary, papa ?" at last said Marie.
"There is still time.

Pierre will stay here with me." And with a mournful laugh she added: "Go; you know very well that nobody will run away with me." He at first refused to act upon the suggestion, but, unable to resist his desire, he all at once fell in with it.