"Ah! Mother of Pity! Monsieur is safe!" she cried. "Where has monsieur been, mon Dieu!"
"To mass, my child," I said gravely, filling her plump arms with the ducks. "Monsieur le Curé is coming to dinner!"
CHAPTER THREE
THE EXQUISITE MADAME DE BRÉVILLE
Poor Tanrade! Just as I felt the future was all couleur de rose with him it has changed to gloom unutterable.