It was that of the old priest, who had seen him from a distance.

"I was yonder near the pulpit," said he, "and I saw you plainly, my dear child.

Only I preferred to wait so as to disturb nobody.

What a beautiful address dear Monseigneur delivered!" He seemed, indeed, much moved.

But there was deep sadness about his kindly mouth and clear childlike eyes, whose smile as a rule illumined his good, round white face.