—Perhaps, said Suzanne smiling, because it is a Mass.
—My dear child, do you want me to tell you what you are with all your
Masses?
—What?
—Where did you go this morning?
—At what time?
—At the time when you went out.
—I only went out to go to Mass.
—And the day before yesterday?
—Why this questioning, dearest papa?
—Ah! dearest papa, dearest papa. There is no dearest papa here, I want to know the truth.