I told her once that I should keep an eye on you always.

Her father was my father's good friend.

I knew you when you were in the cradle--a little brown-haired babe.

I watched you till you went to the convent.

I saw you come back to take up the duties which your mother laid down, alas!--" "Monsieur--!" she said choking, and with a troubled little gesture.
"You must let me speak, Rosalie.