Still you will kindly observe that this woman was treated at the Salpetriere for six months, and that she had to come here to find her tongue suddenly loosened." Despite all these fine words he displayed some little impatience, for he would have greatly liked to show the gentleman from Paris one of those remarkable instances of cure which occasionally presented themselves during the four o'clock procession--that being the moment of grace and exaltation when the Blessed Virgin interceded for those whom she had chosen.

But on this particular afternoon there had apparently been none.
The cures which had so far passed before them were doubtful ones, deficient in interest.

Meanwhile, out-of-doors, you could hear the stamping and roaring of the crowd, goaded into a frenzy by repeated hymns, enfevered by its earnest desire for the Divine interposition, and growing more and more enervated by the delay.
All at once, however, a smiling, modest-looking young girl, whose clear eyes sparkled with intelligence, entered the office.

"Ah!" exclaimed Doctor Bonamy joyously, "here is our little friend Sophie.

A remarkable cure, gentlemen, which took place at the same season last year, and the results of which I will ask permission to show you." Pierre had immediately recognized Sophie Couteau, the _miraculee_ who had got into the train at Poitiers.