Anyhow, you have handicapped us to-day." Then, with a burst of reproach, indignation, and trouble: "Great God, as if you hadn't been the luckiest man on earth! Delia, the estate, the Commons--all for a dompteuse!" "Let us say nothing more," said Gaston, choking down wrath at the reference to Andree, but sorrowful, and pitying Mr.Gasgoyne.

Besides, the man had a right to rail.
Soon after they parted courteously.
Gaston went to the chateau.

As he came up the stone steps he met a procession--it was the feast-day of the Virgin--of priests and people and little children, filing up from the village and the sea, singing as they came.

He drew up to the wall, stood upon the stone seat, and took off his hat while the procession passed.

He had met the cure, first accidentally on the shore, and afterwards in the cure's house, finding much in common--he had known many priests in the North, known much good of them.