The frightened maid exclaimed: _"Gesummaria, Signora! Where are we going ?"_ Jeanne, her head aflame, her heart and her pulse in a tumult, went on without answering.

It seemed to her she was being borne through the darkness towards him, on the tide of an unknown sea.
Towards him, towards him.

Towards his God also?
The mighty wind confused her, roaring above and around her.

Noemi's words, Carlino's words were rending her soul in a violent struggle.

Towards his God also?
Ah! how could she tell?
In the meantime, towards him!.