"Who is the sick man, my son?"
"Monsieur le Marquis de Périgny."
"He is very ill?" laying down her hooks.
"He can not leave his bed. He wishes some one to read to him. I would gladly do it, only I should not have the quieting effect."
The blue eyes of the nun had a range that was far away. Brother Jacques eyed her curiously.
"I will go," she said presently. "Is not the Chevalier du Cévennes the marquis's son?"
"He is."
"And is Monsieur le Marquis of a patient mind?"
"I confess that he is not. That is why it is difficult for me to wait upon his wants. He is a disappointed man; and being without faith, he is without patience. However, if you are too busy …"
"Lead me to him, my son," quietly.