"The Cure, M'sieu' Loisel, has come," he said.

Charley turned, and, without a word, followed Jo into the house.
There, standing at the window and looking down at the village beneath, was the Cure.

As Charley entered, M.Loisel came forward with outstretched hand.
"I am glad to see you well again, Monsieur," he said, and his cool thin hand held Charley's for a moment, as he looked him benignly in the eye.
With a kind of instinct as to the course he must henceforth pursue, Charley replied simply, dropping his eye-glass as he met that clear soluble look of the priest--such a well of simplicity he had never before seen.

Only naked eye could meet that naked eye, imperfect though his own sight was.
"It is good of you to feel so, and to come and tell me so," he answered quietly.

"I have been a great trouble, I know." There was none of the old pose in his manner, none of the old cryptic quality in his words.
"We were anxious for your sake--and for the sake of your friends, Monsieur." Charley evaded the suggestion.