"Enfin! What did I tell you? And in great good time, my word!... You hear that—you others?... Go and welcome Father Anselm, fool! And fetch out the wine, if you are able to stir your pins!"
The shadow sighed.
"It is not Father Anselm."
"Not Father Anselm?... Imbecile! Of course it is!"
"It is not Father Anselm."
"Who then—vaurien?"
"It is the fat priest from La Foa."
Impossible to doubt his steadfast whispering.
"La Foa!" she echoed, stricken. "You say? Not truly!... La Foa?"
"I saw him."