"Oh, you-you are a young lady—that is plain to be seen. Where are you from?"
"From Normandy," I answered. "My foster-mother lived not very far from Granville."
"I have been there," said the nun; "I was in the hospital at Sartilly."
How I longed to ask about Lucille, but I dared not do so for fear of inconvenient questions.
"And have you ever travelled?" asked the nun, who was called, as she told me, Sister St. Stanislaus.
I replied that I had been in England, and had therefore crossed the Channel twice.
"And were you ill?"
"No, not at all," I answered.
"Mother Mary will be glad to hear that, for she Is always ill the whole voyage through. She has made it two or three times. There, I must not stay any longer. I will come in the morning to lead you to the chapel, and afterward to the Superior's apartment, where you will see Mother Mary of the Incarnation. * Then good-night, child. Rest well."
* Mother Mary of the Incarnation is a real historical personage, though I have taken a liberty with her in bringing her back to France at this time.—L. E. G.