Careful as ever of his personal appearance, however, he had brushed every speck of flour from his clothes, and buttoned his coat up to the neck.
Nearly an hour passed, and then the Cure appeared.

When he entered the sick man's room, Charley followed, and again Rosalie and old Margot came and stood within the doorway.
"Peace be to this house!" said the Cure.

He had a few minutes of whispered conversation with the doctor, and then turned to Charley.
"He fell down-stairs, Monsieur?
You saw him fall ?" "I was in my room--I heard him fall, Cure." "Had he been ill during the day ?" "He appeared to be feeble, and he seemed moody." "More than usual, Monsieur ?" The Cure had heard of the incident of the morning when Filion Lacasse accused Charley of stealing the cross.
"Rather more than usual, Monsieur." The Cure turned towards the door.

"You, Mademoiselle Rosalie, how came you to know ?" "I was in the kitchen with Margot, who was not well." The Cure looked at Margot, who tearfully nodded.

"I was ill," she said, "and Rosalie was here with me.