She had shown it to every one in the house, and was wishing that she could take it over to Jules for him to see, when Monsieur Ciseaux's carriage stopped at the gate.

He was on his way to the Little Sisters of the Poor, and had come to ask Joyce to drive with him to bring his sister home.
He handed her into the carriage as if she had been a duchess, and then seemed to forget that she was beside him; for nothing was said all the way.

As the horses spun along the road in the keen morning air, the old man was busy with his memories, his head dropped forward on his breast.
The child watched him, entering into this little drama as sympathetically as if she herself were the forlorn old woman, and this silent, white-haired man at her side were Jack.
Sister Denisa came running out to meet them, her face shining and her eyes glistening with tears.

"It is for joy that I weep," she exclaimed, "that poor madame should have come to her own again.

See the change that has already been made in her by the blessed news." Joyce looked down the corridor as monsieur hurried forward to meet the old lady coming towards them, and to offer his arm.