As she turned and went towards the door her eyes met his.

She blushed.
"Wait, Mademoiselle; I will go back with you," said the Cure kindly.
He turned to Charley and held out his hand.

"God be with you, Monsieur--Charles," he said.

"Come and see me soon." Remembering that his brother had written that the man was a drunkard, his eyes had a look of pity.

This was the man's own secret and his.