On hearing the accusation brought against Rodin, Mdlle. de Cardoville looked at the denunciator with new astonishment. Before continuing this scene, we may say that Mother Bunch was no longer clad in her poor, old clothes, but was dressed in black, with as much simplicity as taste. The sad color seemed to indicate her renunciation of all human vanity, the eternal mourning of her heart, and the austere duties imposed upon her by her devotion to misfortune. With her black gown, she wore a large falling collar, white and neat as her little gauze cap, with its gray ribbons, which, revealing her bands of fine brown hair, set off to advantage her pale and melancholy countenance, with its soft blue eyes. Her long, delicate hands, preserved from the cold by gloves, were no longer, as formerly, of a violet hue, but of an almost transparent whiteness. Her agitated features expressed a lively uneasiness. Extremely surprised, Mdlle. de Cardoville exclaimed: What do you say? – M. Rodin betrays you, madame. – M. Rodin? Impossible! – Oh, madame! my presentiments did not deceive me. – Your presentiments? – The first time I saw M. Rodin, I was frightened in spite of myself. My heart sank within me, and I trembled – for you, madame. – For me? said Adrienne.