It may well be that I shall devise some way." "May Heaven inspire you, monsieur.

I shall spend the night in prayer, I think, imploring God and His saints to show you the way you seek." "Heaven, I think, should hear your prayers, mademoiselle," he answered musingly, his glance upon the white, saintly face that seemed to shine in the deepening gloom.

Then, suddenly he stirred and bent to listen.
"Sh! Some one is coming," he whispered.

And he sped quickly from her side and into the outer room, where he sank noiselessly on to his chair as the steps ascended the stone staircase and a glow of yellow light grew gradually in the doorway that opened on to it..