three o’clock in
the afternoon
In her great royal bed , draped with its old , faded , rose-coloured chintz , she lay motionless , having been unconscious during the whole night . Stretched upon her back , her little ivory-like hands carelessly thrown upon the sheet , she no longer even opened her eyes , and her finely-cut profile looked more delicate than ever under the golden halo of her hair ; in fact , anyone who had seen her would have thought her already dead , had it not been for the slight breathing movement of her lips . The day before , Angelique , realising that she was very ill , had confessed , and partaken of the Communion . Towards three o'clock in the afternoon the good Abbe Cornille had brought to her the sacred _ Viaticum _ . Then in the evening , as the chill of death gradually crept over her , a great desire came to her to receive the Extreme Unction , that celestial remedy , instituted for the cure of both the soul and body . Before losing consciousness , her last words , scarcely murmured , were understood by Hubertine , as in hesitating sentences she expressed her wish for the holy oils . `` Yes -- oh yes !