"She is of the Ursulines."
"No, no; I mean, what does she look like and of what family."
"I have never studied her visual beauty," coldly. Brother Jacques was anxious to be gone.
"I have known priests who were otherwise inclined. I suppose you can see her soul. That is interesting."
"I will go at once in quest of her;" and Brother Jacques went forth.
The marquis turned a cheek to his pillow. "Jehan!"
"Yes, Monsieur," answered the old lackey from his corner.
"I do not like that young priest. He is all eyes; and he makes me cold."
Brother Jacques meanwhile found Sister Benie in one of the Indian schoolrooms.
"Sister, are you too busy to attend the wants of a sick man?"