The guide stood aside and allowed the young lady to give vent to her sorrow.
“Who knows, madame,” she said, after a few moments, “the answer may not mean that.”
The young lady raised her head for a moment, a new thought seemed to strike her.
“Let us ask,” she said, “let us ask?”
“Oh, she will not open the door now, for the world,” the guide replied.
“Will she not? Mother Celeste, Mother Celeste,” cried Feliciana.
The barking of the dog that now reappeared drowned their voices.
“I tell you, madame, she will not open the door,” said the guide. “I ought to know her, since I bring people to her almost every day.”
Feliciana remained buried in thought where she was for a moment. “Let us go,” she shortly said.