Beside him, M.de Guersaint was already snoring lightly, looking very happy despite the hardness of his seat.

For a time the young priest saw Marie's eyes wide open, still full of all the radiance of the marvels that he had related.

For a long while she kept them ardently fixed upon his own, but at last closed them, and then he knew not whether she was sleeping, or with eyelids simply closed was living the everlasting miracle over again.

Some of the sufferers were dreaming aloud, giving vent to bursts of laughter which unconscious moans interrupted.

Perhaps they beheld the Archangels opening their flesh to wrest their diseases from them.