"Ah! it is you," said the marquis. "Let me thank you for bringing that nurse."
"Sister Benie?"
"Yes. You do not know, then, from what family she originated?"
"No, Monsieur."
"Who knows?"
"The Mother Superior. Monsieur, I have news for you. I bring you peace."
"Peace?"
"Yes. Monsieur, your son is willing to testify that he forgives you the wrong you have done him."
The marquis shook as with ague and drew the coverlet to his chin. A minute went by, and another. The Chevalier listened, waiting for his father's voice to break the silence. After all, he could forgive.
"Have you anything to say, Monsieur ?" asked Brother Jacques.