ten o’clock
Under this joyful light , the multitude crowded in masses towards the Cathedral , filling the side-aisles of the church , and coming out on to the Place du Cloitre . There the great front of the building rose up , like a huge bouquet of stone , in full blossom , of the most ornamental Gothic , above the severe Romanesque of the foundation . In the tower the bells still rung , and the whole facade seemed to be like a glorification of these nuptials , expressive of the flight of this poor girl through all the wonders of the miracle , as it darted up and flamed , with its open lace-work ornamentations , the lily-like efflorescence of its little columns , its balustrades , and its arches , the niches of saints surmounted with canopies , the gable ends hollowed out in trefoil points , adorned with crossettes and flowers , immense rose-windows opening out in the mystic radiation of their mullions . At ten o'clock the organs pealed . Angelique and Felicien were there , walking with slow steps towards the high altar , between the closely-pressed ranks of the crowd . A breath of sincere , touching admiration came from every side . He , deeply moved , passed along proud and serious , with his blonde beauty of a young god appearing slighter than ever from his closely-fitting black dress-coat .