Praise the Holy Father, I heard her! And so we are going to fight the great fight, M'sieur." Philip waited.

After a moment Jean said, as quietly as if he were asking the time of day: "Do you know whom we went out to see last night--and met again to-night ?" he asked.
"I have guessed," replied Philip.

His face was white and hard.
Jean nodded.
"I think you have guessed correctly, M'sieur.

It was the baby's father!" And then, in amazement, he stared at Philip.

For the other had flung off his arm, and his eyes were blazing in the starlight.
"And you have had all this trouble, all this mystery, all this fear because of HIM ?" he demanded.