At last she called out to me: "Monsieur!"
I was at my own curtains at once, but hers remained tight folded, although I heard her voice close behind them. "Eh bien?" I answered.
"It is nothing, except I would say that if Monsieur feels especially grave and reverent, he will find a very comfortable prie-dieu at the foot of the bed."
"I thank you," I replied, gravely as I could.
"And there is a very excellent rosary and crucifix on the table just beyond!"
"I thank you," I replied, steadily as I could.
"And there is an English Book of Common Prayer upon the stand not far from the head of the bed, upon this side!"
"A thousand thanks, my very good friend."
I heard a smothered laugh beyond the amber curtains. Presently she spoke again, yawning, as I fancied, rather contentedly.
"A la bonne heure, Monsieur!"