She retarded her steps as she looked earnestly at the rows of houses, at the tumultuous crowd, at all which greeted and acclaimed her.

Her weakness was so intense that her husband was obliged to almost carry her.

However, she was still able to look pleased, as she thought of the princely house, filled with jewels and with queenly toilettes, where the nuptial chamber awaited her, all decorated with white silk and lace.

Almost suffocated, she was obliged to stop when halfway down the aisle; then she had sufficient strength to take a few steps more.

She glanced at her wedding ring, so recently placed upon her finger, and smiled at this sign of eternal union.