“I can help you. I have learnt, in war, to do little services for the sick.”
“If you wish, Monsieur. They are all very miserable, humble people.”
Luc looked at her quickly, and the colour flushed deeper into his sensitive face.
“I must tell you one thing, my sister. I have no right to your hospitality, as I said. I do not believe.”
“Ah?” she said gravely.
“I am a follower of M. de Voltaire.”
“And we are followers of Christ,” answered the nun serenely, “and in His name we bid you welcome, whoever you are.”
Luc bent his head.
“May I remain here, in this cottage?”
“If you wish. But the Abbess would desire you to have the guest-house, Monsieur.”