The cadets followed them, their hands on the pommels of their swords, walking along with their pinched-in waists and their full pantaloons _a la Turc_.

The archiepiscopal palace remained entirely closed.

Above the rosy light in the piazza, spread the beautiful summer sky, clear and deep, spangled with innumerable brilliant stars.
When the music ceased, and the lights began to fade, the inhabitants of the Cathedral felt unwilling to leave their seats.

They were very comfortable there, the night was warm, and they, accustomed to the confinement and the silence of the Claverias, felt the joy of freedom, sitting on that balcony with Toledo at their feet and the immensity of space above them.
Sagrario, who had never been out of the upper cloister since her return to the paternal roof, looked at the stars with delight.
"How many stars!" she murmured dreamily.
"There are more than usual to-night," said the bell-ringer.

"The summer sky seems a field of stars in which the harvest increases with the fine weather." Gabriel smiled at the simplicity of his companions.