and his mother; Monsieur Olier offering to the Virgin the keys of the Seminary of Saint Sulpice with a dress of gold brocade; Louis XIV.
at the feet of Notre Dame de Sous-Terre; by the grace of heaven, the remaining frescoes seemed extinct; at any rate, they lay in shadow.
What was really blissful was to be alone with the Virgin, who looked down, her dark face gleaming dimly in the gloom when a wick happened to flicker with short flashes of brighter light.
Durtal, kneeling before Her, determined to address Her, to say to Her,-- "I am afraid of the future and of its cloudy sky, and I am afraid of myself, for I am wasting in depression and bewilderment.

Thou hast hitherto led me by the hand.

Do not desert me; finish Thy work.

I know that it is folly thus to take care for the future, for Thy Son has said, 'Sufficient to the day is the evil thereof.' Still, that depends on temperament.

What is easy to some is so hard for others.