But, for me, I think it is nonsense.

It cannot please God to go by train and eat galette and waste a whole day in getting dusty.
"When I give the Virgin my cactus flower, I do give up a thing I love, and I let it wither on her altar instead of pleasing me in bloom here all the week, and then, of course, she sees that I have done it out of gratitude.

But that is different: that I am sorry to do, and yet I am glad to do it out of love.

Do you not know ?" "Yes, I know very well.

But is the Virgin all that you love like this ?" "No; there is the garden, and there is Antoine--he is dead, I know.