"Are you very drenched, my darling ?" The little thing silently allowed his hands to be wiped.

The young woman had taken out her handkerchief.

Then she dabbed it over Bijou, who was trembling more violently than ever.

It would not matter in the least; there were a few drops on the white satin of her dress, but she didn't care a pin for them.

The bouquets, refreshed by the rain, glowed like snow, and she smelled one ecstatically, drenching her lips in it as though it were wet with dew.
Meanwhile the burst of rain had suddenly filled the stands.