"What has that to do with the Warden? I do wish you wouldn't talk so much, Louise."
"It may be a disaster that there can be no marriage between Mrs. Dashwood and Monsieur the Warden," continued Louise.
"The Warden doesn't want to marry Mrs. Dashwood," replied Gwendolen, with some energy.
"Mademoiselle knows!" said Louise, softly.
"Yes, I know," said Gwendolen. "No one has thought of such a thing—except you."
"But perhaps he is about to marry—some one whom Lady Dashwood esteems not; that would be indeed a disaster," said Louise, regretfully. "Ah, indeed a disaster," and she ran the brush lengthily down Gwendolen's hair.
"I do wish you wouldn't talk," said Gwen. "It isn't your business, Louise."
"Ah," murmured Louise, brushing away, "I will not speak of disasters; but I pray—I pray continually, and particularly I pray to St. Joseph to protect M. the Warden from any disaster whatever." Then she added: "I believe so much in St. Joseph."
"St. Joseph!" said Gwendolen, sharply. "Why on earth?"
"I believe much in him," said Louise.