"Because I feel sure," she went on, holding her head down, "I feel sure it will all come out right—if I only have faith. Jeanne is a good girl; she's never disobedient or unkind with me."
"Then you worry about Jeanne?"
"Yes—sometimes."
"But you don't worry so much after you've been at church?"
"No."
"And that is why you like to go to church?"
"That's one reason. But there are others—a great many others."
He felt like laughing at the simplicity of her reasoning, and yet he was touched. He had a sudden desire to take her in his arms and stroke her soft hair and tell her he loved her. Then he heard her mother's step in the next room, and this roused him.
"I should like to go to church with you sometimes," he said. "May I?"
"Take him to-morrow, Blanche," cried Madame Perrault, and at that moment Jules could have kissed her, too. "There's going to be a special service at St. Philippe de Roule at ten o'clock. The music will be good."