Standing at the wall one could look down into the garden, and down
also upon the shining slate roof of Madame Bauche's house; and to the
left might be seen the sombre, silent, snow-capped top of stern old
Canigou, king of mountains among those Eastern Pyrenees.
And so Madame Bauche undertook to send Marie up to the grotto, and
Adolphe undertook to follow her thither. It was now spring; and
though the winds had fallen and the snow was no longer lying on the
lower peaks, still the air was fresh and cold, and there was no
danger that any of the few guests at the establishment would visit
the place.
"Make her put on her cloak, Mere Bauche," said the capitaine, who did
not wish that his bride should have a cold in her head on their
wedding-day. La Mere Bauche pished and pshawed, as though she were
not minded to pay any attention to recommendations on such subjects
from the capitaine. But nevertheless when Marie was seen slowly to
creep across the little bridge about fifteen minutes after this time,
she had a handkerchief on her head, and was closely wrapped in a dark
brown cloak.
Poor Marie herself little heeded the cold fresh air, but she was glad
to avail herself of any means by which she might hide her face.
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