Well, you must wait a little; you shall be sworn in postmistress in three days." His voice lowered, became more serious.

"Tell me," he said, "do you know what is the matter with the gentleman across the way ?" Turning, he looked across to the tailor-shop, as though he expected "the gentleman" to appear, and he did not see her turn pale.

When his look fell on her again, she was self-controlled.
"I do not know, Monsieur." "You have been opposite him here these months past--did you ever see anything not--not as it should be ?" "With him, Monsieur?
Never." "It is as though the infidel behaved like a good Catholic and a Christian ?" "There are good Catholics in Chaudiere who do not behave like Christians." "What would you say, for instance, about his past ?" "What should I say about his past, Monsieur?
What should I know ?" "You should know more than any one else in Chaudiere.

The secrets of his breast might well be bared to you." She started and crimsoned.

Before her eyes there came a mist obscuring the Seigneur, and for an instant shutting out the world.