"But it is not all over with Julie Breton," she insisted.
He turned with brows raised questioningly.
"It has left her—changed. She will never be the same."
"What do you mean? Dr. Hunter said you would be as strong as ever, by spring."
"Ah, but I do not speak of my body, Jean Marcel."
He gazed in perplexity at her wistful face. In a moment his eyes again sought the window.
For a long space, she was silent. Then a suppressed sob roused him from his bitter thoughts and he heard the strained voice of the girl.
"I know all," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"Mrs. Gillies, and Dr. Hunter—when I asked him—told me—long ago. We have kept it from Père Henri. It seems years, for I have been thinking much since then—lying awake, thinking."