As I stooped over him, I thought a touch of colour rose to Mademoiselle's face, and I know it was a relief to hide my own; it is not easy at all times to keep the heart from showing through the eyes.
"Sleep sound, p'tit ami," said I, kissing him on the forehead.
When, with a bend of the knee to Brother Paul, he had gone, Mademoiselle turned to the priest.
"It is serious, then?"
"It might have been," he answered. "With anyone else than Monsieur de Helville it might have been serious beyond words, but he has saved us."
"Saved you?" I echoed. "Do you call that saving? Mademoiselle de Narbonne, I have a story to tell, and afterwards, if you will give me a night to rest the horses, Martin and I will go."
"Go? Go where?" she asked blankly.
"Whence we came."
"Yes," said Brother Paul, "to God's keeping."
"So I think," said I significantly, "to God's keeping."