"May I touch your face?"
Quite simply Donelle knelt again and quivered as the delicate fingers passed over her brow, eyes, and mouth.
"You have a soul!" murmured Revelle.
"A soul?" murmured Donelle.
"Ah! yes. You do not know. One never finds his soul until he suffers. You are young, but you have a soul. Keep it safe, safe; and while you wait, let me see if nature has made you for use. If you can learn, I shall find joy. I had thought my life was over."
And so Donelle began to find her way out upon her road.
CHAPTER X
PIERRE GETS HIS REVENGE
The first year passed, with those blessed weekends coming now, not as the only bright spots, but always loved.
"The girl may not have the great genius," Revelle told Mrs. Lindsay, "she may not go much further, but as she goes, she goes radiantly. Her tone it is pure, her ear it is true, and her soul, it is a hungry soul, a waiting soul. She will suffer, but she will be the better for that. If she is ever to be great it will be when she has learned to know suffering."