“Jouaneaux, is the chapel in complete readiness?”
“Yes, honored Superior; everything is ready.”
“The Commandant Dollard has arrived, and he brought his young relative with him to place her in our care.”
“His sister who lives on his seigniory?”
“Certainly. Could it be any other? His sister Mademoiselle Dollard, therefore—”
“Pardon, honored Superior,”—the tip of his nose shifted with expressive twitches, and he had the air of imparting something joyful,—“Mademoiselle de Granville. She is but half-sister to Monsieur Dollard.”
“The minutest relationships of remote families are not hid from you, Jouaneaux,” commented Sister Brésoles. “But I have to mention to you that the parlor fire must be lighted now and every morning for Mademoiselle de Granville, if she choose to sit there.”
“It shall be done, honored Superior.”
“And that is all I had to tell you, I believe,” concluded Sister Judith, turning immediately to the next duty on her list.