“But, sister, had he then that bright red scar round his forehead?”
“Oh, no! we should have certainly perceived it.”
“And these other marks on his hands?”
“If he has been wounded, how can he be an archangel?”
“Why not, sister? If he received those wounds in preventing evil, or in helping the unfortunate, who, like us, were about to perish?”
“You are right. If he did not run any danger for those he protects, it would be less noble.”
“What a pity that he does not open his eye!”
“Their expression is so good, so tender!”
“Why did he not speak of our mother, by the way?”
“We were not alone with him; he did not like to do so.”