M'sieu' Trudel has been queer all evening.

I peeped in the key-hole of the shop just now, and--" "Yes, yes, I've seen too.

Come!" said Rosalie, and going quickly to the door, opened it, and passed through to another room.

Here she opened another door, leading into the hall between the shop and the house.
Entering the hall, she saw a glimmer of light above.

It was the reddish glow of the iron cross held by old Louis.