“Ah! Léon! Really⁠—I don’t know⁠—if I ought,” she whispered. Then with a more serious air, “Do you know, it is very improper⁠—”

“How so?” replied the clerk. “It is done at Paris.”

And that, as an irresistible argument, decided her.

Still the cab did not come. Léon was afraid she might go back into the church. At last the cab appeared.

“At all events, go out by the north porch,” cried the beadle, who was left alone on the threshold, “so as to see the Resurrection , the Last Judgment , Paradise , King David , and the Condemned in Hell-Flames .”