"Listen, Mr. Goulden, the monks and the Capuchins had the estates of the poor, and the Jacobins have divided them amongst themselves."
"Ah! I understand, I understand, the monks and Capuchins had your property, Anna-Marie; I never should have guessed that."
Mr. Goulden was all the time in good-humor, and Anna-Marie said:
"We shall be in accord at last."
"Oh! yes, we are, we are," said he pleasantly.
I listened without saying anything, as I was naturally curious to hear what was coming. It was easy to see that this was what she had heard on her last journey.
She said also that miracles were coming again and that Saint Quirin, Saint Odille, and the others would not work miracles under the usurper, but that they had commenced already; that the little black St. John at Kortzeroth, on seeing the ancient prior return had shed tears.
"Yes, yes, I understand," said Mr. Goulden, "that does not astonish me in the least, after all these processions and atonements the saints must work miracles; and it is natural, Anna-Marie, quite natural."
"Without doubt, Mr. Goulden, and when we see miracles, faith will return. That is clear, that is certain."
The dinner was finished, and Anna-Marie seeing that nothing more was coming, remembered that she was late, and exclaimed: